cloud waves
crashing on the shores
of a grey May day
Deep Listening
tuned
to the sounds
of green things growing
Maple Blush
the landscape wears
a rosy glow
arousing all of spring
In The Pause
winter’s blanket thrown off
everything simmers
not quite ready to rise
Ancients
these limbs embrace
each season’s passage
cradling the transient now
White Bloom
flower
in the night sky
April’s full moon
Three’s Philosophy
trinity
in the trees
what was, is, will be
Eventually
snow tiger-ed hill
eventually will
change her stripes to green
Powdered
a dusting,
a coating, a sprinkle
the many ways of sugar snow
Adaption
in the small space
between them
grew accommodation of others
Plaid of March
the kilted woods
wearing a tartan
of tree and shadow
Humility
flakes as light as air
and still the humble pine
bows deeply to winter
Dream
pink bird flew
across the sky
showing me how to dream
Lullaby
moments before dark
the sky sings
in the colors of spring
March Light
lengthening of days
deepening of rays
maundy March
Held
beneath the bark
one birch’s dark night
held sacred by the grove
Flower Found
a winter rose
pink petal bark
the birch in bloom
Sovereignty
each sovereign tree
depends upon
the next, next and next
Iceland
February grew
trees of ice
a forest of cold
Moonlight Sun
winter’s day
the sun and moon
transposed
You Again, Wise Friend
the look that speaks
an instruction
to be true
The Change Space
mysteries of the space
in between the thing
and how it is seen
Flight Delay
milkweed seeds shiver
reluctant to fly
side by side with the snow
We
inside the storm
we feast and sing
life demands our living
Mosaic
there go
the trees again
making art from life
Tresel
outlined as it is obscured
all the same
the bridge remains
186,000 Miles Each Second
in every grey day
light is always at work
moving towards a breakthough
After The Storm
everything clean
fresh snow
renews hope
All Of It
hope lives
in residence
with the darkness
Amidst Darkness
color and light
salve to the worried
world