constructed by weather
lichen and with branch clapper
chiming with ice
Wind Chime
Whispering Snow
the forest
shares her secrets
with the whispering of snow
Hail Makers
when warm hits cold
and dark meets light
the collision is hard as ice
Locomotion
the weather is a train
billowing her steam clouds
as she travels south
Oh April
we are so weary of your cold
but still attempt to admire
your shivering beauty
The Wind’s Flute
the woodpecker fashioned
tone and note holes
so the weather could sing
March Mixer
raindrops in snow
atop the mulching leaves
entwined with the tenacity of grass
Side By Side
a gathering
of out buildings
constitutes winter community
Counterclockwise The Weather Turns
wind and rain
have rinsed my world
autumn’s palette now returned
Round Bales
the hay harvest
rolling in
like a weather front
Weathered Boards
old barn
heart chamber
of the farm
Pieces
the barn became a puzzle
with weather and time taking pieces
waiting for hammer and saw to replace them
Technique
sun and wind
paint the landscape
the weather sgrafitto
Squall
the wind picks up
suddenly we
are inside a snow globe
Teaspoon Of Cold
the seasoned season
leaves measuring out
winter’s ingredients
Three Lines
the snow, the mist, the clouds
past, present, future
the weather writes a tercet
Stillness Inside The Current
rock beneath the waterfall
witness to every nuance in the weather
barometer of time
Primrose
blooming at my feet
before the weather reliably warms
lightening and brightening each step
The Overseer
watching
the weather at work
changing the season
To The Hydrangea
cold
is a kind
of coloring stick
The Weather’s Hook And Thread
the new snow
crochets the woods
into lace
The Garden Fence
in the white and gray landscape
we fasten our green hopes
to the rails
Clouds Churned
whipped
by the wind
a cream topping
Oh April
with her sky
of many blues and
another coating of snow
Rainy Morning Hunt
hunger
doesn’t care
about the weather
Jenga In The Woods
wind and weather
balance the pieces
placed by time
No Two The Same
the magic symmetry
of each individual design
seen by the naked eye
We Gather Near The Hearth As
tiny flakes
of a big snow
fall on our little house
Forthright
little bird
staring down
the weather
Window Panes In The Woods
trunks and branches
from the view
of outside outside