in the cold curve
of the river
ice draws a line
between seasons
A Melting Stand
The River Is A Rainbow
throwing colors
and hopefulness
across the landscape
Winter’s Crosshatch
the river’s dark slash
beneath the mountain’s horizon
weaving through trees
Asleep Like Bears
three canoes
in hibernation
dreaming of gleeful paddles
The Waltz
fine snow and the wind
gliding together
on the river dance floor
A Bit Of January Thaw
the field snow thins
river ice recedes
warmer air
passing through trees
The River Tide
the frothing edge
of each wave of cold
etched in ice
Water Open And Closed
the river keeps
one eye open
watching trees
The River Curves
motionless
the river wanders
the future and the past
Letting Go
the river knows
no need to cling
and offers welcome
to each new way of being
Alone Together
room for thoughts
to wander
between them
The Durability Of Change
the habit of the river
to turn again and again
from stillness to movement
Settling On, Settling In
the river still runs
but the cold has dug
its fingers in the ground
Rock Hopping
chasing warmth
autumn light traverses
the rocky river bed
One Step, Then Another
the last step taken
on this journey
is the first step of the next
Above Below
the sky and the river
together holding
onto the clouds
Small White Goat
having cleared the field
of thistle and thorn
a full belly-ed rest
Grasshopper’s Side-eye
hey lady
yeah you in the straw hat
who you lookin’ at?
Heather’s Pink Sunrise
braving night’s darknesses
arriving in the solace
of the pastel light
River Bank Bloom
colors flowing
alongside
the river’s current
Dreams At The River’s Edge
spring came
supple and green
winter threats were banished
Lyrics
every leaf and twig
inscribed by light
writing the river bank’s ballad
Still Connected
defining opposition
in relation
to each other
Arrived
this winter’s
first big storm
some of everything
The River High
big rain
trees up to their knees in water
the river hungry for land
Green Peace
green needles and ripples
sharing sunlight
in harmony
The Art On Nature’s Walls
an island of forest flotsam
accumulating mass with cold
the tree its picture frame
Considering The Opposite Shore
the reflection an inversion
or perhaps
the clearer reality
Lifting The Curtain
a teasing start to the day
with the fog and the sun’s
slow reveal of the horizon
In The Quietude
here at this river bend
the past is behind me, the future in front
and I am centered in the current of now