young pine
in the January snow
so many more years to grow
Beneath The Watch Of Elders
Shaken
trees appear tiny
the world a snow globe shaken
then set gently down
Silence In Black And White
well past midnight
alone in the moonlight
flakes gather into flocking
Nor’easter
a flurry of falling stars
in blizzard time
there is no night or day
White Hive
the storm today
swarming
like bees
Welcomed
the softness
and mysterious white light
oh to be enveloped in silence
Lazy Snow
dawdling flakes
in no hurry
to reach the ground
Quiet
snow falling
and trees breathing
the only sounds
Always In April
and sometimes in May
a snowfall surprises
freshly unfurled leaves
No Two The Same
of each individual design
seen by the naked eye
On The Stairs
a starry night
beneath our feet
Early And Late
alternately
April blooms in
petals and snow
A Solar System Underfoot
the milky way
rests
on the meadow
The Weight Of Lightness
a heavy snow
with the lightest of flakes
thus descends a shroud of cold
The Space That Snowflakes Make
in the falling silence
the space to release worries
and find peace
Falling
slow snowflakes
teasing
gravity’s demand
Indecision
last night’s rain
returned us to November
and snow begins again
This Is How Winter Begins
a snowfall
so fine
to be almost invisible
Thanksgiving
blessings bestowed
in sunshine and snow
great gratitude for all that is given
No One To Ask But The Fog And The Snow
will the curve
in the road
lead us back home?
Darkness Softened
the black and white
of night snow
in moonlight
Hope Surrounds Us
the snow
fell like stars
white blanket of wishes
Respect
snow upon snow
winter teaching
us her name
Moving Stillness
the motion
of the frozen
woods
April Snow
testing patience
and tender buds
winter lingers
Sighs in the Hay
inside the barn
contentment rested
as it stormed outside
Commotion
reeds
in a flurry
standing their ground
What the Flowers Taught the Snow
aster’s blooms
each individualized
inspiration to snowflakes
Winter Abstraction
storm’s contemplation
each flake a memory
and time reorganized
River Birch In Snowfall
the quieting white
shrouds
December’s last days
