milkweed’s moment
in the sun
glittering cold
The Pasture Transformed
winter’s beach
new snow dunes
hold a frozen tide
Stages
the beauty
inside
yet to be seen
The Place He Used To Live
honeycomb
the snake’s
old home
Consciousness Born
intention
of contemplation
is transformation
Wood Star
time transforms
the ancient timber
into a celestial being
Archway
bent tree arch
sacred passage
into transforming woods
The Usefulness Of Everything
bark, branch and leaf
pay their debt to the earth
with themselves
Change
the air foretold
of fall’s approach
and meadow rue took note
Fleeting Youth
half covered
in her baby pelt
dashing toward adulthood
Above the Milk House
time matched the speed
of the forming clouds
folding everything into now
Permission
as ice gives its form to water
permission is granted to wander
Fluid
in the rush of change
the only way to become oriented
is to surrender to transformation
Alighted
light shone
on the finished field
transforming it to gold
Suggestion
wild geranium
suggests to the trees
the new season of colors has begun
May I
welcome are the clouds
of April’s dappled skies
who shower us with colors
Behold
all the benedictions of spring
are rivaled by
the transformations of decay
Transformation’s Design
ice shows
the stop and go
of spring edging in
Moon Landing
the night’s snow
transforms the lawn
into the surface of the moon
Departing Color
reluctantly zinnia releases
her crowning glory –
color
Wood Blossoms
Fungi flowers
transform the last
of the tree’s energy.
Change
life is the process
of constant transformation
Discovered
To be covered
in the glitter of the season
is to be revealed.
Return
The birch lies with lichen and leaves
only to rise again in the next season
as hope eternal, the spring ephemerals.
Out of the Woods
Suddenly sunlight
and the meadow appears.
The dark treacherous trail
becomes a gentle winding path.
Sweets
Winter candy coats the ground
and transforms it
into a nonpareil.
Fallen
There is no failure in falling.
While the descent may be hard
repose eventually softens all difficulty.
This is the grace of transformation.
Revision
Sunlight transforms the creek
into the undulating underbelly
of a speckled trout.
Unfolding
Rock, moss, raffia of grass
the sprouting of leaves.
Resurrection.
Red Brush at Brook’s Bend
Colors begin to leak into the landscape.
Spring approaches.
