the whispers of bullrush
the patterns of the wind
the desert of winter
Exhale
open mouthed
the barn
exhales cold
Roar
the lion of March
continues to roar
An Illumination
the desire for spring
burns in the bush
Tributary
a white path
wanders the woods
the creek in winter
The Beauty Of
winter’s still life
steals my breath
restores my spirit
Transformation’s Design
ice shows
the stop and go
of spring edging in
Barn and Branch
honoring the importance of dormancy
neither barn nor branch is impatience
By Any Other Name
winter’s red roses
sumac in snow
Glow
the willow glows
because she knows
the surety of spring
Wide Sky
clouds rush past
chased by the arctic wind
as I set my sights on blue
Appreciation
steadfast as bricks
the crabapples
offer color
Stripes
Trees earn and cast
their stripes in winter
Profiles
noble
winter profiles
outlined in white
Blanket
the February storm
tucks everything in
under a blanket of snow
Valentine
The red farm
is a valentine
to the landscape
Likeness
like the mountains
winter rolls on and on
Attempt
cold hearted
barbed wire
fencing in winter
Respite
sunlight on birch bark
a respite from winter’s whiteness
Morning Trails
dainty deer feet
have tip-toed
in the star light
Moored
after navigating snow drifts
the little wooden boat drops anchor
at the vegetable patch
Safe Place
the mountain view
is my refuge
Lingering
baubles above the brook
just out of deer’s reach
last year’s apples
Embrace
time stops
as everything is held
in February’s embrace
Inexplicable
a thousand names
for snow and still
it eludes description
Trust
tricycles wait out winter
rusting and trusting
they will ride another day
Heaven’s View
polka dots of pine
between defrocked trees
that porcupine the mountain
Awakening
sunlight on magnolia buds
awakens hope for spring
Giants
right sized
I rest
in their wisdom
Glazed
encased with ice
a shellacking of bark
winter’s shine and sheen