From the snow egg
eventually emerges
blues skies and warm days.
Bygone Days
Keeping nothing in and no one out
the wall wanders the mountain
dreaming of open fields and hand plows.
Stoic
The pine never complains
about the weight of the burden
it is asked to carry.
Hoofprint Heart
With each step
a little love
was left behind.
Portrait of a Winter Day
In the stillness
all possibilities
are incubated.
Snow Globe
Grandma Moses snow
floated on the cold
as magic encased us.
Silent Music
In the quiet white of flakes descending
my heart beats in perfect rhythm
with the universe.
Late Afternoon
Shadows are the arms of time
reaching toward twilight.
Teaching Tree
Reshaped by time and weather
my mentor on the mountain
asks me to look deeper and see through.
Virtuosity
A solitary leaf
exquisitely demonstrates
the art of being.
Tranquility
A light dusting of snow
quiets the woods with peace enough
to sooth the world.
Bonfire
The burn pile
awaits the safety of snow
before the dance of flames.
Sweets
Winter candy coats the ground
and transforms it
into a nonpareil.
Dried
Before the first flake falls
the dried wild flower
shares a flurry of beauty.
Saved
A web of branches
catches the pinecone
just before its snowy landing.
Golden Willow
In the midst of winter,
the willow shines its golden light.
This is where the fairies dance at night.
Angle of Repose
Leaves find their resting place
in the place between.
Transformation
Snow like sand
in threads of grass.
Spring approaches.
Sabbath
The shadow of a trinity of trees across rock
marks one of many spots to worship in the woods.
Visitors
Morning light reveals
hooves crossing the bridge from the forest into the yard
during the quiet of the night.
Nest
Winter laid an egg of snow
for March to roost upon
we’ll count the days until the hatch
of finely feathered spring.
Before the Storm
the sky gathers greyness and weight
and pushes itself upon us blanketing us with
anticipation in the stillness and the stirring smell of approaching snow.
Dormant
Four fallow fields full of snow
hold their place on the mountain side
patiently waiting for Spring to arrive.
Iris
Brown crown in the snow
marker of where the iris grows.
Window on Winter
As the cold has settled deep into the ground
stillness has wrapped itself around the house
and both accentuate
the smallest of movements and quietest whispers of the heart.
Coneflower Repose
As you lie in the snow
the stark beauty of your form and structure
announce themselves to the white, white world.
Snowed In
Fluff the nest and tuck your beak beneath your wing.
Winter has arrived. It is sitting on our perch, dear.
Outlines
Nature traced the line of every branch and limb.
She favors highlights in white.
Layers
The granite layer cake was frosted with snow.
It keep well for several centuries at room temperature.
When the sun often licked off all the icing
the sky simply applied another layer.
Star Dust Stairs
Fairies’ feet make no footprints
in the star dust on the stairs
as they make their way to the heavens.