dear pines evergreen
the sky so ever blue
through lines of the seasons
The Blue And Green
A Melting Stand
in the cold curve
of the river
ice draws a line
between seasons
Clematis Collage With Netting And Snow
an abstraction of
the seasons so
intricately entwined
Bloodroot And Pinecones
the seasons a professor
giving lessons in how
beginnings and endings are entwined
Delicate Decisions
teetering between seasons
imagination decides
frost or blossom fuzz
Flurry In The Woods
winter and spring
how they dance and duel
for dominance
Steel Steed
forever galloping
through the seasons
of the meadow
The Tender Morning Blooms
now winter’s hardships
seem worthwhile
for they have brought us here
The Playhouse In The Pines
March is a time
of being between things
watching winter through the sun porch window
Calligraphy Of Leaves
the story of summer
written in winter
told by the fall
January Thaw
a window into coexistence
the ice and mud
dried leaf and green grass
Contained
all transformations
of the seasons change
assembled in the now
Ebb Tide In The Meadow
color and light slowly recede
part of the insistent
if distant pull of winter
All The Season Always
there is a veil
between winter and spring
comprised of the remains of summer and fall
Conversations Across Time
fall’s iris pods
call across the river
to the tree’s spring buds
Water Wanders Through The Seasons
recent snow
on old ice pack
the brook fast with melt
Painted By The Light And Seasons
the humble rock
becomes
a work of art
Near Yet Far
oh the out house
too far in the winter
too near in the summer
The Garden Fence
in the white and gray landscape
we fasten our green hopes
to the rails
Briefly
before
the season of snow
the season of shadows
Conversation Between Seasons
a stand of white birch
call back
to the snow capped mountain
The Light, The Colors, The Change
all of autumn
here
in this leaf
Until We Meet Again
waving
in the wind
flowers adieu
Vestiges
nestled between
the snow and log
late fall’s remains
Delight
in every season
the apple tree
is my Eden
The Old Birch Disrobed
time
takes her
seasons dress her
Circle Of Life
all
woven together
departure and arrival
Keyhole
the aperture
through which
time and seasons pass
Wood Duck Box By The Old Corn Field
the frozen marsh
the fallow field
everything in its time
Interior Time
winter’s internal seasons
of snow then rain
and so it all begins again