still waters
slow wandering clouds
I pause to let the peace seep into me
At The Pond
Like Icicles
suspended by
a tenacity
of hope and faith
Port In The Storm
our porch perch
is piled with snow
we are snug inside
Bequeathed By The Sun
vast beauty
blankets the world
the divine is at work
Reassurance
the moon, good friend
reminding me
the darkness will not hold
Parable Of The Winter Woods
some leaves remain
amidst the snow
how hard it is
the letting go
With Less, More
white and grays and blues
the ground and branch and sky
expressing winter’s intricate simplicities
To Be Held
embraced
without distortion
protected and cherished
Homeward Sky
sunset radiances
light a corridor
to heaven
Life Stilled
movement
arrested mid-move
perfected by a blue sky
Morning Greeting
each day
the first friends I see
four fields across the way
Yankee Thrift In The Granite State
fence posts of
granite and tree trunks
we use what we have
Nature Writer
the dog tromps and romps
her tracks leave
a story of joy
Time Abstracted
within in the flow
it wrinkles and bunches
but always eventually
untangles itself
Crystal Clear Quiet
day departed tenderly
a gentle blush of sky
whispering goodbye
Crackle And Crack
see the sound
that ice makes
when meeting salted macadam
A Bit Of January Thaw
the field snow thins
river ice recedes
warmer air
passing through trees
Ascending
snowflakes climb the trees
each limb a rung
on the ladder back to heaven
The River Tide
the frothing edge
of each wave of cold
etched in ice
Sunset In New Snow
the world
freshly brightened
with a lacquer of cold
Secrets
a morse code of snow
dots and dashes
flying past the pine
Blue Barn Door
open wide
like the sky
welcome in the sun
Between
looking through the ice
cross the liminal space
to feel the presence of birch
Water Open And Closed
the river keeps
one eye open
watching trees
Wildflower Storm
a flurry
of flowers
the petals accumulating
The River Curves
motionless
the river wanders
the future and the past
Cold Trees
even the trees
shiver when
it gets below zero
Always Living
despite the lows of cold
the moss and Sempervivum
the brave and hearty Heuchera
keep on and on
The Day Retires
the day packed away
in night’s
dark briefcase
Winter’s Butterflies
winged maple seeds
perched on the branch
fluttering in the wind