as our weather rises and shifts
winter still holds fast
to the horizon
Little Flowers
in winter
even the smallest reminders
of flowers nourishes
To Be Held
even winter
seeks the comfort
of a nest
Winter Light
illuminating absences
and the infinite detail
of what is left behind
With Childlike Wonder
the landscape expressed
the glittering shimmering
excitement of Christmas
Three Birch
like wise men
they stood vigil
over life’s miracle
Morning Light
the sun’s warming glow
breaks through darkness
and into the cold of woods
We Didn’t See Him But We Knew He Was Here
old man winter
passes through
leaving his frozen breath behind
The Work Of Faith
grain in the silo
barn full of hay
devotions made each day
Lighting The Way
winter raised
her red flamed torches
showing us the path
Holding Whatever Is Offered
the pasture
empty of cows
filling with snow
A Whitening
the landscape shifts
colors settle underground
now we reside in white’s variety
Railroad
black tracks
cutting through the cold
heading home
Motion
the leaves and the grasses
even the very air
dancing to winter’s tune
Hope’s Devotion
even as
winter’s darkness gathers
color and light persist
This Is How Winter Begins
a snowfall
so fine
to be almost invisible
The Old Birch Disrobed
time
takes her
seasons dress her
Every Bloom A Manifestation Of Faith And Hope
she came indoors
with her mission to carry us
through our long winter days
Still Held
we wait
for winter
to release her grasp
Strawberries
red, ripe, juicy
summer hauntings
of winter’s slow end
Play Time
the fluffy flurry
of spring and winter’s
pillow fight
Amidst Drifts
wind drifted
frozen marsh
a cattail cacophony
Winter Orchard
holding space
for
flower and fruit
Tight Knit Community
all together
weathering the weather
shoulder to shoulder
Frontline
throughout
winter’s long march
positions held for spring
More Light Later But
winter still
is hunkered down
in the dooryard
Treacherous Beauty
greeted by
the elegance of ice
in the glimmering morning
It Seems
March delivers
an eternity
of snow
Devotion To Grey
late February days
when daytime
feels like twilight
Veneration
pine boughs bow
in reverence
to snow and cold