the day ended so softly
I almost missed the kiss
that was her parting blush
Shy Sky
Winter Renewed
a small fresh snow
everything clean and coated
the landscape whitewashed
Not Quite In The Spotlight
sometimes just
to be near the path of light
is light enough
Beneath This Big Blue Sky
long shadows
reaching for the long river
just beyond the tree line
Night Traveler
alone
you wove your way
into the light of a new day
Nite Nite
turning down the bed
the pink and blue sunset
whispers sweet dreams
Fidelity
evergreens
holding the torch
for spring
The Bend
up ahead
some light
an encouragement to hope
Uncovered By Covering
after the snowfall
a tiny village
of teepees appeared
All Around
sacred ground
my footprints
with the spirits
Woolgathering At The Fields
winter sun
the trees ghosts
of a daydream
A Proclamation
they stepped
out of the mist
declaring their togetherness
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
Technique
sun and wind
paint the landscape
the weather sgrafitto
Juxtaposition
the surety of sharp lines
tempered by
the grace of curves
Accumulation
snowflakes on tippy toes
the lighter they are
the higher they stack
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
Arrived
this winter’s
first big storm
some of everything
Squall
the wind picks up
suddenly we
are inside a snow globe
The Day Ends In Hallelujah
a chorus of colors resound
orange echos as pink while
the lemon yellow high note lingers
Seamlessness
around the edges of the morning
the fog reminiscences
with last night
The River High
big rain
trees up to their knees in water
the river hungry for land
Another Gift
the day ended
by opening
into color and light
The Waterfall In Winter
some of you
never make the full descent
balanced instead on a high wire of cold
Standing In The Heart Of The Meadow
holding space and memories
of the orchard
from long ago
The Art On Nature’s Walls
an island of forest flotsam
accumulating mass with cold
the tree its picture frame
So Many Workers Of Joy
we come upon
the elves hat rack
Santa’s workshop must be near
Sanctuary
little church stands between
the old route road and the big woods
with a faith of clapboard and a peace of stained glass
