even when still
time moves the wheel
These Things
the rock, the stump
the birch bird house
these are the things
that stand in winter
Memories
while winter batters
the white old house
her curtains remember
summer’s breeze
Snowscape
the whispers of bullrush
the patterns of the wind
the desert of winter
Roar
the lion of March
continues to roar
Acceptance
calm can be found
even inside the storm
By Any Other Name
winter’s red roses
sumac in snow
Listening
the stillness
of the frozen
field and river
can be heard
Behind the Barn
the unexpectedly blue sky
the snow quilted field
the quiet woods
serenity
Secluded
birch in the snow
with only their own shadows
for company
Stripes
Trees earn and cast
their stripes in winter
Ushered
one storm is ushered out
the next is ushered in
brief is the blue sky
Profiles
noble
winter profiles
outlined in white
Full
trunks buried
up to their branches
the forest is full of snow
Descending
snowflakes so small
they are felt more than seen
sneaky snow accumulates
Where?
the red fern grows
in the snow
Blanket
the February storm
tucks everything in
under a blanket of snow
Glittered
summoned by
fairies and sprites
ice and snow
enchant the woods
Winter Resident
where once the granite steps stood
a stone and lichen alligator now resides
Attempt
cold hearted
barbed wire
fencing in winter
Respite
sunlight on birch bark
a respite from winter’s whiteness
Morning Trails
dainty deer feet
have tip-toed
in the star light
Moored
after navigating snow drifts
the little wooden boat drops anchor
at the vegetable patch
Embrace
time stops
as everything is held
in February’s embrace
Inexplicable
a thousand names
for snow and still
it eludes description
Broken
the laughter of the running brook
breaks the silence of snow
In The Field
shoulder to shoulder
huddled masses
soldier on
Gathered
together
the comforts
of community
Steady
this winter’s snow
comes and goes
while steady is the cold
Winter’s Song
earth’s orchestra plays
winter’s melody of cold
while the wind harmonizes
in ice and snow