wind and weather
balance the pieces
placed by time
Jenga In The Woods
Lineage
roots
are their heritage
nurturing old and young
Making Do
the trees
are wearing clouds
in lieu of leaves
Morning Reveals
remnants
of a moonlight stroll
hoof prints amidst sparkle
Ship Masts In The Meadow
resource to
man and beast
benevolent benefactors: trees
This Is The Wall
that doesn’t separate us
but rather
it’s presence connects us
Somnolent Snow
the many places
and ways
snow finds repose
Forthright
little bird
staring down
the weather
Window Panes In The Woods
trunks and branches
from the view
of outside outside
That Branch Of Mathematics
winter is
a mathematician
of sacred geometry
Chasing Blue Skies
up ahead
on the trail
our scouts
On Everything
the wind
she leaves
her cold fingerprints
Winter In The Wings
sunlight makes a show
of dancing
across the marsh
After The Fall
each snowflake
makes acquaintance with
this new relationship of space
Sure Footed
the base
of each trunk
a footstep in time
Embracing Mystery
the morning
shrouded
in mystical cold
In The Winter
we walk on water
into the magic
of the green island
Not Moved
in the tumult
mountains remind me
the endurance of truth
Needing
the tenderness
of this morning’s
soft pink sky
Shade Upon Shade Of Blue
with my eyes
I wade into the sky
to cleanse and refresh my spirit
Pink Dawn
the magic
of dreams
still within reach
Winter’s Enigma
inside the flurry
resides
a particular tranquility
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Water Wanders
still on the move
the brook meanders
through the woods
Blazing New Day
cold heat
a red dawn
new day’s passion play
Her Warm Yellow Glow
peek a boo
with
the morning moon
Walk With A Friend
to be thought of
by an animal
the best of communions
Beginnings
tiny pine
sets sights
on the sky
White Shadow
wind blown snow
the storm’s
white shadow lingers
Sun Rise
we are lifted
into
the new day
Hiding In The Woods
sticky snow
camouflages
every tree as white birch