sedulous winter
tries again and again
to make the cold hold
Hiatus
at the edge of memory
red kayaks wait
on the ready
Time’s Bridge
the center reaches
for the shore
shadows seek the light
Like to Like
soft as snow
feathered reeds
where winter will rest
Portrait of the Pond
patiently she sits
subtly shifting moods
captured but never contained
Whispers
the colors are
a whisper now
winter’s quiet inches in
River Dance
light dances
across the surface
leaving footprints of joy
One
sunlight shines through you
your body wears the tilt of the reeds
what you see you become
Mystique
animating stillness
personifying patience
seer, seeker, soothsayer
Expansion
as the marsh
whispered her secrets
the water spun light into gold
Dreams
the landscape dreams
in wisps of mist
and mystery
Kasco
rising
into flight
spirit casting shadow
Marshside
cattails and Queen Anne
keep watch over
summer’s fading days
Pace
corners are for bustle
curves and bends
are where I like to wander
Talisman
heron in the morning light
blesses the unfolding future
Message in the Mirror
reflection reveals
how things are
rooted in light
Daring
life requires hope
the world
must be trusted
The Look
breath held
drawing strength from stillness
mother eyes the giant intruder
Fallen
autumn’s accord
birch branch wears
the shadows of reeds
The Path
humble muddy beginnings
give rise to the feat of floating
Breath
a frog jumps
the pond breathes
in ripples
Still Waters
wind ripples
the lake’s still waters
and depth of life
In Lingering Ice
lonesome for the red winged
longing for the frogs’ calls
believing in the sun
cattails wait
Determination
pines and reeds
hold tight to their colors
as winter whitens the landscape
Reflection
Winter’s still life
dances in the water.
Winter’s Approach
Ice creeps across the marsh.
Pine trees await their white winter coats.
Cold sharpens the silence.
Opening
the entrance to the marsh
calls
be part of the peacefulness
Reading Signs
Pampas grass flags
document the speed and direction of the wind.
Reeds
When the reeds begin to sing their rustling song of early Fall
the geese know it is time to prepare for their pilgrimage south.