the sunset
offers her red prequel
to the blood moon
The Planets In Conversation
Two Trees Crossed Like Skis
that secret place
we found
where winter welcomes spring
Self Sufficiency
the sun reveals
last year’s leaves
nurturing new possibilities
March Teases Us With Spring
one day hinting at spring
then overnight
delivering more winter
Marshaled By Blue Sky
in the company
of blue sky and clouds
my strength gathers
Portent Of Spring
as sunlight illuminates
a spot of green
faith restored
Hope On The Horizon
morning silence broken by
the whisperings of
delicate colors
Falling
oh to be
caught and cradled
on the bough of a pine
Winter’s Crosshatch
the river’s dark slash
beneath the mountain’s horizon
weaving through trees
Transcending
sometimes the sky
in all its moving beauty
rescues me from sorrow
When The world Is Gray
summon the bravery
to sing
your song
Sunset Blaze
we warm ourselves
on the coldest days
with the sunset’s blaze
Side By Side
a gathering
of out buildings
constitutes winter community
Two Giraffes
a long way from Zimbabwe
they graze pine tree tops
in the Northeast Kingdom
Protection And Care
the fence line wanders
towards the road
then cutting right
to safeguard the herd
Cotton Snow
the landscape
softly swaddled
in a purity of comfort
Bequeathed By The Sun
vast beauty
blankets the world
the divine is at work
Reassurance
the moon, good friend
reminding me
the darkness will not hold
Primary Network
the landscape
an elaborate system
sharing data and social connections
Parable Of The Winter Woods
some leaves remain
amidst the snow
how hard it is
the letting go
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