the fallen tree
sprouted tiny wings
feathers made of fungi
Transmogrification
Embraced
cradled by oak leaves
the birch branch begins
her return to earth
Pause
the falling
held
rain to ice
Turquoise
the earth
encircled by
a gemstone sky
Bravery
to be
in the world
just as you are
As Winter Leaves She Stomps Her Feet
this heavy snow
is just the other side
of rain
The Weather’s Hook And Thread
the new snow
crochets the woods
into lace
Self Propelled
the birch’s ruffles
don’t need the wind
to flutter
Blue Sunset
a slice of light
between
dark and night
Indefatigable Snow
pouring from the sky
like powdered sugar
through a sieve
Lazy Snow
dawdling flakes
in no hurry
to reach the ground
Wind Break
even without leaves
still slowing the wind
the ceaseless work of trees
Drifting
mountains upon mountains
the wood’s topography
ever changing
Returning
no beginning or end
to the circular cycles
of nature and time
l Learned It From The Leaves
part was missing
it made me love
what was left more
The Sun Of The Ripening Seed
this particular
kind of sunshine
rouses sleeping seeds
One Of Those Two In Love
Mrs. Mourning Dove
assumes her post
awaiting his return
You Are Here
the big birch
our reference point
from which to wander
Leading By Example
from the window ledge
the heralding
of spring
The Landscape In Lipstick
a smile
flashed
in red
Seek Refuge
the world rages
in the woods
peace reigns
Longer Days
the light
fades away
ever more slowly
Scout In The Woods
blazing the trail
but always keeping
within sight
Snow On The Horizon
the sky and trees
both thinned
by cold
This Side Of The Woods
is the lone tree lonely
or proud to be
the sentry…
Fruit And Nuts
a feast
is set
for feathered friends
Quiet
snow falling
and trees breathing
the only sounds
Birch Family
together enduring
the winter wind’s pruning
cleaved unto each other
Gossamer Layers
the day
twirled in
like a tutu lifting
Afternoon
winter
receiving and reflecting
the glorious sun