clouds
are what
mountains dream
Rush
late to meet the river
eager for the ocean’s embrace
snow melt hurries
Seepage
long river
creeps over her banks
occupying low lying fields
Late
geese arrive
later than usual
bewildered by the lack of spring
Listening
the stillness
of the frozen
field and river
can be heard
Embrace
time stops
as everything is held
in February’s embrace
Travel
shadows and sunlight
travel
the still river
River Run
freed by the sun
the river runs
Claim
Fall forges the river
and stakes her claim with color
Long River
fertile fields reside
along the river’s sides
Deep Shadows
river rocks
wear fall’s colors
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.
River Run
Sunlight skates
atop the river
gliding on the cold
Cold Creek
The creek moves fast cutting its way
through the meadow towards the river
trying to outrun the inevitable freeze.
Quilted Sky
Tucked under a blanket of clouds
the river valley rests.
Deer Place
Bare birch
rise like antlers
on the mountain head.
Current
Rocks and trees know not to struggle
but to simply stay until the appointed time comes to go.
Change is forever pulling or pushing.
Do not begrudge the current its way.
Mygolomorph
Tarantula of tree roots
dips its many wooden legs into the river
and awaits its kayak prey.
In Place
An open stretch of sky, grass as soft as velvet
the wandering Connecticut River within reach;
all is well, God is near.
Calm
Midday by the river just the barest of breezes blows
and the only sound is of bees and dragonflies at work.
Big Rock
Sit on the big rock
in the sunshine by the river.
Let the water wash your worries away.
Let the birds sing the song in your heart.
Other Side
Eternal is the longing to be on the other side.
White Water
Old oak leaves
shoot the rapids
of March’s thaw.
River Road
Take the slow way home along River Road.
Rest on the shoulder, marvel at the canopy of clouds.
Wide Sky
The southern wind announces Spring is on her way to us.
These clouds are ruffles on her petticoats.
Winter Conspiracy
Comrades of the cold
the trees and the river share and keep
their secrets of the silent season.
Winter’s Light
In this year of little snow
the cold seems to bring edges into focus.
Batchelor
Raft of Ducks
They venture forth
for a final swim
before the river freezes them out.