at night
ice made anew
from yesterday’s melt
Winter Reconstituted
Overnight
winter returned
like a stray cat
on the morning stoop
The Ending Starts The Beginning
a return to origins
feeding the source with self
life circles and circles
Black And White
winter carves
sharp edges
into time
Lift Off
it is faith
that always
proceeds flight
What Nothing Gives
healing eventually
takes place
in the empty space
not a return
a new way of being
Awaiting Spring
this fringe of cold
the beauty before
the beauty of leaves
Sigh
secretly held breath
miraculously exhaled
spaciousness arrives
Brookside
a flit of red
cardinal considering
nesting options
Fine Lines
traced in snow
the grace and reach
of a leafless tree
Late Afternoon Flurry
oh to be home
snug in the warm
while winter winters on
Dressed For The Season
leaves wearing
shawls of
wind knitted snowflakes
Recognition
mid February in the woods
winter’s eye looked in mine
and winked I do believe
Sound Effects
memories carry
the babble
of the now silent brook
In The Teeth Cracking Cold
winter kept
her claws out
refusing to let go
Geography Of Snow
minor mountains
zig zag
in light and shadow
Impelled
no prisoner to the cold
impeded and still
the brook runs free
For Those Who Walked Ahead
we follow your path
and thank you
for making our journey easier
Spot Of Green
in the pale landscape
winter elevates
moss and lichen
Beneath The Snowy Pine
the storm
makes shelter
of itself
Slow Falling
we were inside
the snow globe
looking out
Held
in the tall woods
I am small
right sized in nature’s palm
Winter Poet
cattails write
a single line of poetry
on the river’s icy page
Here
stand in the woods
with the quiet and the white
you are a part of the beauty and the peace
All Sorts And Conditions
in snow and ice
a branch both nude and barked
leaves sheltered and exposed
Sugared Balsam
the night delivered
a fresh shimmer
to greet the morning
An Arch Of Trees
we recognize this threshold
and step through
to tranquility
Dear Dusty Miller
retrieved from the garden in late October
now on January’s window sill
defying winter with your growth and green
Below The Beaver Dam
even the stillness
stops
to catch up to itself
Sparkling Wonder
winter’s breath
blessing every twig
bedazzling the landscape