Visitors


Morning light reveals
hooves crossing the bridge from the forest into the yard
during the quiet of the night.

Nest


Winter laid an egg of snow
for March to roost upon
we’ll count the days until the hatch
of finely feathered spring.

Tundra

This winter’s frozen landscape
turns the familiar field into an alien surface
the dark side of the moon.

Delicate


Queen Anne’s tiny petals are a memory
but her fragile beauty remains
lingering in the empty space.


Grey


The February forest offers
ten thousand shades of grey,
haven for the mourning dove.

Dormant


Four fallow fields full of snow
hold their place on the mountain side
patiently waiting for Spring to arrive.

Window on Winter


As the cold has settled deep into the ground
stillness has wrapped itself around the house
and both accentuate
the smallest of movements and quietest whispers of the heart.

Endurance


Dangling over the hard, frozen river
seedpods dance in the bitter winds of winter;
awaiting their new life flight on the gentle breeze of spring
and planting in soft, fertile ground.

Sugared Maple


When fall departed it took its brilliant colors with it.
The fallen leaf bejeweled by winter sparkles on.

Dark before Night


In the winter days darkness comes long before night.
It can seem the sun shines only in the distance
while the cold grabs on tight as a tick.

Bambino

The cement child with his faithful squirrel
wears his winter cloths
a cap and shawl of snow.

Hush

Snow covers the land with quiet,
muting the colors of Fall.
Winter’s paintbrush holds a thousand shades of grey.

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