bent to the river by cold
held to new work by ice
servitude of sweeping
Mop Of Cold
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
Sacred
deep in the woods
the humble tree hollow
a temple we pilgrimage to
A Sugaring Snow
here for just a moment
not enough to increase
the mountain’s hips
Rush
before winter’s cold
stalls the journey
a mad dash to the ocean
A Bit Of Green
in a world
gone nearly brown
a clutch of fern is found
The Light Like A Kiss Goodbye
sneaking in
beneath the storm
a caress of light and warmth
The River Bend’s Instruction
when turning corners
take your time
to wander is the way
First Strangers Then Friends
deep in the woods
these three strangers
offered shelter
It Has Been And So I Believe
morning always comes
trust in that
is my nightlight
Invisible Work
birds and seeds
plot the creation
of spring
Early Winter Abstraction
morning’s bright sun
has turned the roof ice to lace
the still colorful world peeks through
I Am Lifted
silently you rise
taking my spirit
with you
The Space Between Moments
some sunsets
hold a part
of everything
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The Overseer
watching
the weather at work
changing the season
The Earth
dark and dense
like a good chocolate cake
first snow a powdered sugar dusting
The Request
the way the light
was dancing in the woods
it was an invitation to enter
Asylum
some of the color
that has left the woods
finds refuge on the island
Peppermint Sky
the day
ended so
sweetly
Harmony
narrative of a perfect afternoon
written by the four parallels of
lines, light, water, rock