Creeping phlox
sneaks up the mountain
stalking the last of the frost.
Secret Passageway
Enter the magic forest
through the teardrop
in the tree.
Lichen Sky
In the absence of leaves
the branch wears lichen.
Spring will not be surrendered.
Garland
Forsythia fleetingly adorns
ever enduring granite.
Ribbon
What force turned this tree into a ribbon?
Is it the same force the enables it to still stand?
Assurance
When daffodils bloom
spring is a certainty.
Feathers
Under the spell of spring
even trees seems to feather out.
Magic
The willow’s wands emerge
spinning gold.
Water’s Way
Cold that is no longer snow
makes a mad dash down the brook
rushing towards spring, trying to catch summer.
Frosty Morn
The pond has broken winter’s icy hold
but the land struggles to shrug off the frosty morning cold.
Delicate
Branches blush as buds begin to swell.
Subtly color creeps into the landscape.
Sweet Magnolia
The bright blue sky bites with cold.
Buds hunker down waiting for a warmer sun
to shed their fuzzy jackets and unfurl petaled perfection.
Return
The landscape shifts from white to green.
Ice is no match for the determination of spring.
Between
Between the seasons
a quiet pause
as the earth sighs.
Hanging Around
Winter loiters
in the month of March.
Melt
As the earth softens
spring finds hospitality
in the primordial offering of mud.
The Island of Vermont
Landlocked and wooden
this moai
is a tree deity.
Certainty
Wearing a shroud of winter
the rock sculpture endures
certain of Spring’s dominion.
Lace Making
Casting a pattern like lace
shadows of leaves
embellish the snow.
Obscured
Below a fresh layer of cold
colors stir and plot
their renaissance.
Surfacing
From the cold, dark earth
emerges the noble daffodil
shouldering its way to the sun.
A Rose Is A Rose
Tree bark grows
a lichen rose.
Send Off
Day departs
painting the sky
riotous colors.
Winter Clings
to the sides of things
until April dissolves her hold.
Three Posts
At the edge of the woods
stand three posts on which to hitch
your worries, your troubles, your cares.
You’ll find you won’t need them when you return.
Revelation
Morning exposes
nearly blinding brilliance.
Winter’s majesty is not done with us.
Ice Jam
After an incomplete thaw
the river becomes its own obstacle.
Ode to Winter
The wind writes its snowy message
along the frozen river.
Room
In the open space
dreams collect like clouds
creating my horizon.
Winter’s Crop
Fields of snow
are harvested
by the sun and ground.