ready to swing wide open
for any and all
kinds of kindness and love
February’s Gate
Woodland Expression
shadows and the softness
given by distance
deliver an abstracted woods
Altitude Of Blue
the sky sharing
some of her repertoire
illustrating infinity
Through The Window
the view
enhances my outlook
on all the comforts of inside
The Sky Sighs Snow
quiet
falls down and piles up
manifesting the white depth of solitude
Just Two
all that is needed
that other one
to inhabit the world with
Resounding
when the tall tall pine
holds onto snow
I see the echo of every Christmas
Far Away And High
insistently
you knock
drawing my eye
Everlasting Ever Changing Unions
stone, water, branch
fallen and frozen, rushing and static
married this winter day
Sensing What Is Beyond Sight
like Mabel
the woods call to me too
beckoning with mysteries and solace
What The Lantern Occasioned
a light
without light
is how memory is made
Vacillating Temperatures
winter wavers warm and cold
mimicking the wobble
of the old garden fence
The Road Home
etched in memory
our tracks in the snow
the hug of each curve
The Form Of Emptiness
first there was something
that is now
gone
The Day’s Philanthropy
a generous sunset
giving the colors
of a rainbow
Never An Admission Fee
there could be
no better museum
than a tree
Secrets Of The Feathered Fellowship
on gray days
being in community
creates its own kind of sunlight
A Tenacity Of Delicacy
thrown to the ground
by a punishing wind
intricacies undaunted
Mop Of Cold
bent to the river by cold
held to new work by ice
servitude of sweeping
Skillful Play
they know to slow and cross single file
then resume full tilt running
on the other side
Ice Monster
it gave
a silent roar
rattling primal bones
The Season’s Fashion
the myriad ways
winter wears white
in snow and ice, birch and cloud
Winter’s Wandering Path
a smidge of snow
the glittering cold
many storms still to go
Rain And Wind Storm
rain and snow compete
but mostly ice
will be the victor
Narnia
morning opened
to the enchanted world
where Aslan might call upon us
Accumulation Of Stillness
silent now
like a walk
in the clouds
Ferocious Beauty
the birch
bows down
to winter
The Particular Disposition Of Winter
a storm assembles
in the woods
the weight and shape of cold
How It Comes
barely noticeable at first
the white outline gathering
on every branch and blade
To Everything Its Counterpart
winter’s shadows
blue with cold
disputed by the sky