the mock orange
mocks again in winter
this time blossoms of snow
Faux Mock
Detailed
everything seems more of itself
with the way the snow
clings and reveals
After The Thaw
winter tried starting over
reglazing the pond with ice
and sprinkling grandma Moses flakes
If Winter Was An Ocean
the meadow a beach
and the snow tide recedes
storm sets form on the horizon
Renewal
beneath the dormant garden
lies the constant unseen work
of life
Tendrils
its the small touch
and little kindnesses
that bind us together
Winter Renewed
a small fresh snow
everything clean and coated
the landscape whitewashed
Night Traveler
alone
you wove your way
into the light of a new day
Fidelity
evergreens
holding the torch
for spring
The Loving Landscape
red barn valentine
from the farm
to every passerby
The Bend
up ahead
some light
an encouragement to hope
Triptych Of Textures
distillations combine
winter’s tapestry
grown on stone
Uncovered By Covering
after the snowfall
a tiny village
of teepees appeared
Fences
who is in?
and who is out?
would I stay without them?
All Around
sacred ground
my footprints
with the spirits
A Proclamation
they stepped
out of the mist
declaring their togetherness
First Glance
the garden appeared empty
but beauty sought
is beauty found
Dormant Birdhouse
empty and still
faith holds the space
for new beginnings
Turns
gathered wheels
rest and compare
their many many miles
Apple Corps De Ballet
trees on point
the sun slowly spins
their shadow pirouettes
Winter Morning
the sun’s been up awhile
but beneath winter’s blanket
the landscape still slumbers
The Beholder
petals long gone
I still see
you blooming
Snow Day
winter waiting
on the swing
for play time
Juxtaposition
the surety of sharp lines
tempered by
the grace of curves
Four Degrees Is Not Too Cold For Fairies
with a breeze and some sun
a generous
pixie dust distribution ensues
Accumulation
snowflakes on tippy toes
the lighter they are
the higher they stack
Reveal
in the fog of snow and cold
the spirit of the woods
comes closer
White Out
suddenly the world obscured
and here becomes
such a close and tiny place
Change To Change
winter teeter totters
with rain erasing snow
then back again
All Is Right
horses snug
in their stables
the barn blanketed with snow