thank goodness
for the pines and sunlight
whispering of spring
In The Midst Of Winter
Two Giraffes
a long way from Zimbabwe
they graze pine tree tops
in the Northeast Kingdom
Secrets
a morse code of snow
dots and dashes
flying past the pine
Smiled Upon
winter holds tight to the shadows
but OH the sun, the sun
the saving sun
Evergreens
as colors wane
the pines step forward
offering their constant camaraderie
The Playhouse In The Pines
March is a time
of being between things
watching winter through the sun porch window
The Request
the way the light
was dancing in the woods
it was an invitation to enter
Asylum
some of the color
that has left the woods
finds refuge on the island
Family Tradition
the old wagon
all summer long
a spectacle of bloom
Leading By Example
from the window ledge
the heralding
of spring
Big Pines
in the valley of the Taconics
centuries old pines
are time’s flagstaff
The Size Of Time
the herd
dwarfed by trees
nature’s hierarchy of scale
Through The Pines
light streams
across the lake
over the faint mountain vista
Motion
the leaves and the grasses
even the very air
dancing to winter’s tune
This Is How Winter Begins
a snowfall
so fine
to be almost invisible
Red Canoes Huddle In The Protection Of The Pines
as cold gathers
at the marsh’s edge
and starts to fill the sky
Green Centurions
regiment of pines
establishing the frontline
in the waning autumn light
Beneath The Wise Gaze Of The Pines By The Barn
during shorter days
amidst longer shadows
we ready for winter
Alone With Everything
down the soft pine needle path
amidst the tall tall trees
the breeze accompanies me
Madonna
mother
in granite
nature her child
Foxs’ Wedding
rain in sunlight
bright meadow flowers
before the dark woods
Family Of Pines
distinct yet together
beside each other
through all
Hardwood Sweetheart
maples blush
amongst the evergreen’s
affections
Hope Surrounds Us
the snow
fell like stars
white blanket of wishes
Bright and Cheering
oh the crabapple
with its ready embrace
of color
The Forest’s Table
woodlands
set a banquet
for birds
Ascent
each
stroke of air
pulls the horizon closer
March’s Indecisive Landscape
snow recedes
while ever approaching
on the horizon
Fourth Dimension
see time
whooshing by
in the context of your life
Answered
the pines
asked no questions
all was answered in being