like many tiny wings
the fluttering of a flock of leaves
do trees fly in their dreams?
Rooted Aspirations
Faith
still beneath the surface of sight
yet distinctly present
leaf buds and spring
Hound In The Woods
a low growl
from the oak stump
warning from the watcher
The Mountain Wears A Kilt
shadows woven
on the snow
in the glen plaid woods
After The Big Snow
our four fields are full
a bright blue sky disperses
the now empty clouds
Winter’s Way
back to bed
all greening things
beneath this new white blanket
Silence In Black And White
well past midnight
alone in the moonlight
flakes gather into flocking
Flurry In The Woods
winter and spring
how they dance and duel
for dominance
Lyrics
every leaf and twig
inscribed by light
writing the river bank’s ballad
Sacred Is The Sunset
empty trees
making space
for consecrated colors
Seeking Touch
leaning out
the tree uproots
to reach across the river
One Spot Of Snow
post it note
from winter
I’ll be right back
Mud Season Encroaches
holding on to cold
the pond
an icy island
Reassurance
like an arm around its shoulder
the tree’s shadow
comforted the barn
Detailed
everything seems more of itself
with the way the snow
clings and reveals
After The Thaw
winter tried starting over
reglazing the pond with ice
and sprinkling grandma Moses flakes
Shy Sky
the day ended so softly
I almost missed the kiss
that was her parting blush
Winter Renewed
a small fresh snow
everything clean and coated
the landscape whitewashed
Not Quite In The Spotlight
sometimes just
to be near the path of light
is light enough
Beneath This Big Blue Sky
long shadows
reaching for the long river
just beyond the tree line
Night Traveler
alone
you wove your way
into the light of a new day
Nite Nite
turning down the bed
the pink and blue sunset
whispers sweet dreams
Fidelity
evergreens
holding the torch
for spring
The Bend
up ahead
some light
an encouragement to hope
Uncovered By Covering
after the snowfall
a tiny village
of teepees appeared
All Around
sacred ground
my footprints
with the spirits
Woolgathering At The Fields
winter sun
the trees ghosts
of a daydream
A Proclamation
they stepped
out of the mist
declaring their togetherness
Apple Corps De Ballet
trees on point
the sun slowly spins
their shadow pirouettes
Winter Morning
the sun’s been up awhile
but beneath winter’s blanket
the landscape still slumbers