Message in the Mirror

reflection reveals
how things are
rooted in light

The Look

breath held
drawing strength from stillness
mother eyes the giant intruder

In Lingering Ice

lonesome for the red winged
longing for the frogs’ calls
believing in the sun
cattails wait

Winter’s Approach

Ice creeps across the marsh.
Pine trees await their white winter coats.
Cold sharpens the silence.