this totem birch
carved by time and decay
entwining healing and decline
Medicine Tree
The Light We’ve Been Waiting For
nudging
the sleeping woods
awake
Rush
the wait is over
the water freed
spring unleashed
Remain
when deep in dark shadows
I’ve learned to wait like a tree
for the sun’s inevitable light
Meeting Spot
inside the fire ring stones
the echos
of other travelers
Overnight
winter returned
like a stray cat
on the morning stoop
Cathedral
I stopped for worship
at the stained glass window
of tree roots and forest
Stone Ghost
the house dissolved
but the hearth, the heart
of home remains
Run Off
making a get away
snow melt
merges with the meadow
Home
inside a hollow
soft with rot
safety in the nesting spot
River Side
winter holds the river still
but the sun has returned
giving soft pine needle ground
Borrowed Wisdom
I stopped and
leaned against a tree
to learn how to be
Anticipation
the sky
a robin’s egg
incubating spring
Snow Shrine
held high in reverence
an offering to the sun
we pause in thanks and praise
As Winter Wanes
with memory
I overlay the landscape
with verdant pulsing greens
Snow Squid
in an ocean of snow
the tree becomes
tentacles and fin
Sunrise
greeted by
the wise eye
of the new day
Titivated Trees
each branch adorned
with a delicate extravagance
of twig made lace
The Ending Starts The Beginning
a return to origins
feeding the source with self
life circles and circles
Black And White
winter carves
sharp edges
into time
The Restlessness Of March
learning from the meadow
I will try to love
the still gray sky and stubborn snow
Drifts Drift
along with snow
dreams keep gathering
as the birds begin to sing
eventually, eventually spring
Lift Off
it is faith
that always
proceeds flight
What Nothing Gives
healing eventually
takes place
in the empty space
not a return
a new way of being
Awaiting Spring
this fringe of cold
the beauty before
the beauty of leaves
Sigh
secretly held breath
miraculously exhaled
spaciousness arrives
Brookside
a flit of red
cardinal considering
nesting options
Wind Chime
constructed by weather
lichen and with branch clapper
chiming with ice
Fine Lines
traced in snow
the grace and reach
of a leafless tree
Trees’ Desire
in longing for spring
a blooming
of cold