the old oak
in an elegant turn
of welcome and farewell
The Old Oak’s Salutations
Slow Days
the garden wears a sweater of snow
inside you wear boiled wool
the two of you
practicing patience
Filagree Of Trees
the snow like time
tracing and embracing
every detail
Seeking Light
the lantern’s light
imagined
is light enough
Sunflower Fence
the barn remembers
smiling yellow faces
heads now bent with snow
Those Little Spots Of Red
a sprinkling
of cheerfulness
the berry adorned landscape
A Sliver Is Enough
the storm recedes
the moon appears
a hook for hope
Congregating Calm
quiet fell
the garden hushed
enters into camaraderie with solitude
Fragile Blue
winter day
a robin’s egg sky
nests in the trees
Winter Is A Queen Of White
everything touched
with her scepter of cold
commanded to dazzle and glisten
The Approach
off in the distance
winter is a train loaded with cold
closing the miles between us
Dreams At The River’s Edge
spring came
supple and green
winter threats were banished
Silent Greeting
each tree
a kind acquaintance
the woods my gracious neighbor
The Mountain Wears A Kilt
shadows woven
on the snow
in the glen plaid woods
After The Big Snow
our four fields are full
a bright blue sky disperses
the now empty clouds
Shrub Chandelier
ice crystals
catching the light
casting it about
Winter’s Way
back to bed
all greening things
beneath this new white blanket
Silence In Black And White
well past midnight
alone in the moonlight
flakes gather into flocking
Flurry In The Woods
winter and spring
how they dance and duel
for dominance
One Spot Of Snow
post it note
from winter
I’ll be right back
If Winter Was An Ocean
the meadow a beach
and the snow tide recedes
storm sets form on the horizon
Renewal
beneath the dormant garden
lies the constant unseen work
of life
Fidelity
evergreens
holding the torch
for spring
The Bend
up ahead
some light
an encouragement to hope
Triptych Of Textures
distillations combine
winter’s tapestry
grown on stone
Uncovered By Covering
after the snowfall
a tiny village
of teepees appeared
Fences
who is in?
and who is out?
would I stay without them?
All Around
sacred ground
my footprints
with the spirits
Woolgathering At The Fields
winter sun
the trees ghosts
of a daydream
A Proclamation
they stepped
out of the mist
declaring their togetherness