an abstraction of
the seasons so
intricately entwined
Clematis Collage With Netting And Snow
Slow Days
the garden wears a sweater of snow
inside you wear boiled wool
the two of you
practicing patience
Filagree Of Trees
the snow like time
tracing and embracing
every detail
Collection Of Light
cattail torches
arise on the marsh
solidarity of light
Revealed
winter’s egg of snow
disclosing
your secret nest
Seeking Light
the lantern’s light
imagined
is light enough
Persist
hold your dreams
as tenderly as
the leaf cradles snow
Sunflower Fence
the barn remembers
smiling yellow faces
heads now bent with snow
Those Little Spots Of Red
a sprinkling
of cheerfulness
the berry adorned landscape
Congregating Calm
quiet fell
the garden hushed
enters into camaraderie with solitude
Fragile Blue
winter day
a robin’s egg sky
nests in the trees
Winter Is A Queen Of White
everything touched
with her scepter of cold
commanded to dazzle and glisten
The Approach
off in the distance
winter is a train loaded with cold
closing the miles between us
To Choose Gratitude
thank you for the first snow
thank you for shelter from the cold
thank you for the few remaining leaves
thank you for the company of trees
Silent Greeting
each tree
a kind acquaintance
the woods my gracious neighbor
In Between
spring in her verdant glory
holding position
between the April snows
April Snow
waiting for spring
the empty bench
is filled with snow
Candy
a heavy handed sifting
of a confectioners sugar snow
the woods now candy land
Good Morning In The North Woods
in the misty woods
sleepy eyed and fluffy coated
rising from the deer bed
Rooted Aspirations
like many tiny wings
the fluttering of a flock of leaves
do trees fly in their dreams?
The Mountain Wears A Kilt
shadows woven
on the snow
in the glen plaid woods
After The Big Snow
our four fields are full
a bright blue sky disperses
the now empty clouds
Winter’s Way
back to bed
all greening things
beneath this new white blanket
Silence In Black And White
well past midnight
alone in the moonlight
flakes gather into flocking
Flurry In The Woods
winter and spring
how they dance and duel
for dominance
Three Days After The First Day Of Spring
a vestige of autumn
sugared with cold
supine on the green conjuring ground
One Spot Of Snow
post it note
from winter
I’ll be right back
Speeding Home
with a whistle
the call of the wild forgotten
the call of cookies and the couch answered
Faux Mock
the mock orange
mocks again in winter
this time blossoms of snow
Detailed
everything seems more of itself
with the way the snow
clings and reveals