traced in snow
the grace and reach
of a leafless tree
Fine Lines
Late Afternoon Flurry
oh to be home
snug in the warm
while winter winters on
Fresh Snow
a new beginning
all paths
to be made anew
The Forest Made A Snow Maiden
she exalts us
with her one raised limb
as we walk by
Dressed For The Season
leaves wearing
shawls of
wind knitted snowflakes
Shadow Network
crossing
and connecting
one another
Recognition
mid February in the woods
winter’s eye looked in mine
and winked I do believe
Sound Effects
memories carry
the babble
of the now silent brook
Geography Of Snow
minor mountains
zig zag
in light and shadow
Feed The Birds
pinecone’s homage
leaving seeds
looking like feet
Impelled
no prisoner to the cold
impeded and still
the brook runs free
That Space Between
did the first
snowflake know
it was bridging the gap
For Those Who Walked Ahead
we follow your path
and thank you
for making our journey easier
Spot Of Green
in the pale landscape
winter elevates
moss and lichen
A Ripple Of Vision
seeing through
this borrowed view
an echo of sight
Gathering
individuals collecting
protecting
the delicate necessity
Slow Falling
we were inside
the snow globe
looking out
The Wooded Kingdom’s Castle
constructed by decay
each spire a testament
to the sovereignty of being
Held
in the tall woods
I am small
right sized in nature’s palm
Uprightness
in the forest of knowing
amidst the flurries and hurry
trees ~ standing ground
Rest
each flake
found its place
and now all are one
Here
stand in the woods
with the quiet and the white
you are a part of the beauty and the peace
All Sorts And Conditions
in snow and ice
a branch both nude and barked
leaves sheltered and exposed
Helping Each Other
a fall avoided
caught by
a bystander
Sugared Balsam
the night delivered
a fresh shimmer
to greet the morning
An Arch Of Trees
we recognize this threshold
and step through
to tranquility
Below The Beaver Dam
even the stillness
stops
to catch up to itself
Undaunted
uprooted
but still upright
this is resolve
Whispering Snow
the forest
shares her secrets
with the whispering of snow
Listen With Your Whole Body
the air itself
will tell you
what lies ahead