April is fickle
spring is near
but not yet here
Reminder
Stone Ghost
the house dissolved
but the hearth, the heart
of home remains
Anticipation
the sky
a robin’s egg
incubating spring
Snow Shrine
held high in reverence
an offering to the sun
we pause in thanks and praise
Snow Squid
in an ocean of snow
the tree becomes
tentacles and fin
Pine And Ice
winter weary
we still recognize
her particular beauty
Blue Morning
the night slips away
and day is claimed
with sunlight and sparkle
The Ending Starts The Beginning
a return to origins
feeding the source with self
life circles and circles
Morning Walk
our daily path
and still each day
new wonders discovered
Black And White
winter carves
sharp edges
into time
The Restlessness Of March
learning from the meadow
I will try to love
the still gray sky and stubborn snow
Everything Bloomed In White
still so cold
but the glittering snow
spoke of spring
Drifts Drift
along with snow
dreams keep gathering
as the birds begin to sing
eventually, eventually spring
Lift Off
it is faith
that always
proceeds flight
What Nothing Gives
healing eventually
takes place
in the empty space
not a return
a new way of being
Sigh
secretly held breath
miraculously exhaled
spaciousness arrives
Snow Queen
adorned
with diamonds
born of snow
Brookside
a flit of red
cardinal considering
nesting options
Fine Lines
traced in snow
the grace and reach
of a leafless tree
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