roam freely
between the wild
and tamed places
Wild Tundra
The Rocks Discern
remains of the dark night’s flurry
a suggestion of
all that occurs unseen
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The Blue Sky Tries
still some snow
as the field softens into mud
this is the season of small beginnings
Costume Jewelry
ice makes diamonds
when snow becomes raindrops
the sparkle is of rhinestones
The Woods Still Hold Snow
winter’s grip
of blue cold
loosened by fern fronds
The Long Wait
in the emptiness
of April
gifts of possibility
The Patience Of A Metal Frog
snow may come again
still the garden will emerge
soak up the sun when you can
Snow Blossoms
bloom
with what
you have
Snow And Sunshine
a warm breeze
spring brushes against my cheek
still snow beneath our feet
Pillows Of Thought
winter dreams
mounded on rocks
dissipating into day
Snow Garden
with color subtracted
beauty solely articulated
in line and form
Moving Towards Spring
a single drop
circles echo
in sunlight
March The Month Of Everything
both snow and ice
with water running free
blue sky and clouds jostling
Seen And Seen Again
birch in the sun
are echoed as
icicles in shade
Delicacies
the snow like
seven minute icing
the tractor frosted
Step Through
the archway a threshold
suspending the invisible veil
between winter and spring
Satellite
receiving instructions
from last summer
on future destinations
Take The Cue
snow day
get outside
and play!
After The Storm
weighted
white blanket
a cover of stillness
Nor’easter
a flurry of falling stars
in blizzard time
there is no night or day
White River Blue Sky
the sun on snow
we bask like turtles
where we can
Still
the climbing vine
suspended in motion
green growth still a dream
Across The Lake
the deciduous grove
in winter reveals
an intimate topography
For Generations
in the sugar patch
old metal buckets
wearing their hats of snow
The Long Fence
white posts and rails
stretch farther than memory
fastening the farm in place
Sparkle
morning light
on last night’s
weightless accumulation
White Hive
the storm today
swarming
like bees
The Playhouse In The Pines
March is a time
of being between things
watching winter through the sun porch window
The Dairy’s Driveway
in the winter
like the cows
mostly black and white
Melt
only the sun knows
when the roofline
will give way