In the stillness
all possibilities
are incubated.
Silent Music
In the quiet white of flakes descending
my heart beats in perfect rhythm
with the universe.
Late Afternoon
Shadows are the arms of time
reaching toward twilight.
Slope
Many Mountains
When I know
the shapes in the distance
I know where I am.
Virtuosity
A solitary leaf
exquisitely demonstrates
the art of being.
The Choir
Seedheads sing
winter’s carols
in the wind.
Woodland Tapestry
against the silver backdrop of bare branches
weeds and leaves
are the warp and woof of the landscape
Undaunted
by winter’s demands
evergreens refuse to release color or needles
and stand in defiant contrast to the ever greying landscape.
Quiet White
Winter
white washes
the woods.
Winter Bloom
The cold bears gifts
the fleeting bloom
of an ice orchid.
River Run
Sunlight skates
atop the river
gliding on the cold
Sweets
Winter candy coats the ground
and transforms it
into a nonpareil.
Winter’s Approach
Ice creeps across the marsh.
Pine trees await their white winter coats.
Cold sharpens the silence.
Frost Beard
The stump
wears a stubble of frost
autumn’s five o’clock shadow
Golden Thread and Meadow Ribbon
A sparkling of frost
gloriously gift wraps
the meadow.
Destination
Through the dried grass
the wooden path
leads to winter.
Cold Creek
The creek moves fast cutting its way
through the meadow towards the river
trying to outrun the inevitable freeze.
Old Man Frost
leaves his whiskers behind
when he runs through the woods
chasing moonbeams and sunshine.
Remains
Only a tiny ember
of fall’s glorious fireworks
remains in the landscape.
Preparation
The forest bed is made
and awaits animal dreams
and blankets of snow
Slumber
Seeds rest in husk beds
dreaming
of their spring morning.
Provisions
Winter can bring
whatever it must
the woodshed is full.
River Road
Take the slow way home along River Road.
Rest on the shoulder, marvel at the canopy of clouds.
Half and Half
Two trees at the entrance to the woods
mark the dividing line between sun and shade.
Saved
A web of branches
catches the pinecone
just before its snowy landing.
Golden Willow
In the midst of winter,
the willow shines its golden light.
This is where the fairies dance at night.
Wild Aster
Beloved daisy
cheerful even without color or summer.
Holding On
The hand of Winter holds tight to the roof
its icicle fingers curled under the eve.
Frozen Wetland
Cold paints a picture in tans and greys and white.
Wind is the painter’s muse.