The maple unfurls
her first blossoms
opening all possibilities.
Corn Field
Leafless trees dream
of growing rows in full fields
Frosty Morn
The pond has broken winter’s icy hold
but the land struggles to shrug off the frosty morning cold.
Songstress
Make your home near mine
and sing your song of joy
at each day’s new breaking.
Delicate
Branches blush as buds begin to swell.
Subtly color creeps into the landscape.
Surely
Morning makes its way through bare branches.
Every ray of sun brings us closer to the greening of spring.
The Island of Vermont
Landlocked and wooden
this moai
is a tree deity.
Flurry
In my spring dreams
it snows flowers.
A Rose Is A Rose
Tree bark grows
a lichen rose.
Send Off
Day departs
painting the sky
riotous colors.
Reprise
Snow laden pine
bows to the birch
winter takes a curtain call.
Falling Up
The blue blue sky
frees me
from winter’s grey gravity.
Vision
The birch’s
omniscient eye
watches all.
Discovered
To be covered
in the glitter of the season
is to be revealed.
Gift
Another day begins
with the light of the divine.
Wardrobe
Dressed in shadows and light
effortlessly trees wear
every moment of every season.
Birch Ballet in Blue Sky
Graceful limbs sway
exquisitely expressing
the symphony of the wind.
Tree’s Totem
Conjoined the twin trees stand
held in place by spirit
despite death and decay.
Deception
In a topsy turvy world
roots masquerade as branches
and delight in out foxing foxes
Birch Bird Box
with a snow cap hat
waits out winter wishing
for a feathered nest.
Slope
Entwined
Two trunks separated only by
a whisper of wind
a ray of light.
Woodland Tapestry
against the silver backdrop of bare branches
weeds and leaves
are the warp and woof of the landscape
Outcropping
The granite ledge
makes itself known
by refusing all trees.
Undaunted
by winter’s demands
evergreens refuse to release color or needles
and stand in defiant contrast to the ever greying landscape.
Aspiration
Branches reach
through blue sky and clouds
to touch the heavens.
Ocean Grass
the meadow waves
lap at the birch shore line
The Spirit of Colors
Colors emanate
from bare branches
autumn’s aura
Winter’s Approach
Ice creeps across the marsh.
Pine trees await their white winter coats.
Cold sharpens the silence.
Rust
As winter edges closer
the woods become rust and grey.
Only the sound of one’s own footsteps
mulching leaves
interrupts the silence.
