some leaves remain
amidst the snow
how hard it is
the letting go
Parable Of The Winter Woods
With Less, More
white and grays and blues
the ground and branch and sky
expressing winter’s intricate simplicities
Homeward Sky
sunset radiances
light a corridor
to heaven
Nature Writer
the dog tromps and romps
her tracks leave
a story of joy
Crystal Clear Quiet
day departed tenderly
a gentle blush of sky
whispering goodbye
A Bit Of January Thaw
the field snow thins
river ice recedes
warmer air
passing through trees
Ascending
snowflakes climb the trees
each limb a rung
on the ladder back to heaven
Secrets
a morse code of snow
dots and dashes
flying past the pine
Between
looking through the ice
cross the liminal space
to feel the presence of birch
Water Open And Closed
the river keeps
one eye open
watching trees
The River Curves
motionless
the river wanders
the future and the past
Cold Trees
even the trees
shiver when
it gets below zero
The Day Retires
the day packed away
in night’s
dark briefcase
Smiled Upon
winter holds tight to the shadows
but OH the sun, the sun
the saving sun
Bare Ground Blue Sky
opportunity taken
the farmer feeds
his fallow field
Counterclockwise The Weather Turns
wind and rain
have rinsed my world
autumn’s palette now returned
Blue Sunset
dark clouds
blue with water
preparing to erase the snow
Beneath The Watch Of Elders
young pine
in the January snow
so many more years to grow
Shaken
trees appear tiny
the world a snow globe shaken
then set gently down
The Old Oak’s Salutations
the old oak
in an elegant turn
of welcome and farewell
Ho Ho Ho The Snow
old apples
in their Santa hats
Christmas in the orchard
All As It Should Be
berries in tranquility
content against
the sky’s faint blue
After Many Gray Days
some blue sky
a saving grace
and hope renews
Filagree Of Trees
the snow like time
tracing and embracing
every detail
Revealed
winter’s egg of snow
disclosing
your secret nest
Seeking Light
the lantern’s light
imagined
is light enough
All On One Fine Day
cardinal in the tree top
a hawk gliding home
the eagle riding thermals
Sunflower Fence
the barn remembers
smiling yellow faces
heads now bent with snow
A Sliver Is Enough
the storm recedes
the moon appears
a hook for hope
Congregating Calm
quiet fell
the garden hushed
enters into camaraderie with solitude