invisible
is the rousing
of the drowsy woods
To Come And Go
cold must rise in order to leave
every thing comes and everything goes
in nature’s design of time
New Day
the light still lingers
from some other
morning’s moon
Robins
seduce me
with your song of spring
of love and life and hope you sing
Resurrection
the ground begins
to make itself
known again
Promise of Promise
leaves still illuminated
by last summer’s light
promising of her return
Hidden Light
the sun obscured
a wintry day
the willow weeps
History
the pinecone
elucidates the pine tree
on how things came to be
Rise
radiance is the soul
making itself known
Seeing Through
seek
intimacy with existence
look without naming
Apeiron
stripes of white
cut through
an infinity of blue
The One Hundred Year Old Window
lens of the past
abstracting the present
waves of light and memories
The Geography of Time
snow recedes
with the mysteriousness
of spring’s birth
Maewyn Succat
in lieu
of four leaf clover
make do
with lichen and ice
Orchard Dance
wind swirls
skirts of snow
at the feet of trees
Old Friend
I recognize eternity
by the light of the moon
Only
sunlight and shadows
traverse
the pristine field
Standing Side By Side
rooted in the now
the wind
is their breath
Fences
keeping out
and keeping in
the work of wire and wood
Willing To Be Lead
the road
leading into the wilderness
leads out as well
Home Sweet Home
in a blueberry sky
whipped cream clouds
top Sunday Mountain
Echo of Wings
dragonflies
frozen in flight
the sound of the chime
hollowed by cold
Blue
winter paints
the blue light portrait
of birch with iris
Sweetheart
wind tossed curls and rosey hue
mysterious mistress
is in love with you
Bandit
defiant
the masked bandit
pillages the crabapples
Shades
undiluted by colors
complexities of grey
emerge and educate
Oblation
in the oak leaf’s golden goblet
diamond dust and light
an offering to the gods of winter
Color Fast
so brilliant the blues
on wing and tail
dyed by the sky
each time he flies
Silent Rehearsal
beneath the grey and stillness
within every twig and limb
all cells are harmonizing
readying for the symphony of spring
Forest Fashion
the old stump boasts
a green velvet cloak