shadows and the softness
given by distance
deliver an abstracted woods
Woodland Expression
Through The Window
the view
enhances my outlook
on all the comforts of inside
Moss And Snow
seeming strange bedfellows
yet nestled sweetly together
companions during winter’s long sleep
The Sky Sighs Snow
quiet
falls down and piles up
manifesting the white depth of solitude
Just Two
all that is needed
that other one
to inhabit the world with
Resounding
when the tall tall pine
holds onto snow
I see the echo of every Christmas
Far Away And High
insistently
you knock
drawing my eye
Flow
I long
to take life’s curves
as gracefully as the winter brook
Everlasting Ever Changing Unions
stone, water, branch
fallen and frozen, rushing and static
married this winter day
Run Off
snow melt heads
back to to the aquifer
water always finds its way
Vacillating Temperatures
winter wavers warm and cold
mimicking the wobble
of the old garden fence
This Tree
still waving goodbye
to the trains
that no longer cross the trestle
The Road Home
etched in memory
our tracks in the snow
the hug of each curve
Finding Flowers
dried by time
soaked by winter
and still blooming
Secrets Of The Feathered Fellowship
on gray days
being in community
creates its own kind of sunlight
At The Boundary We Will Know We Have Met
even in the solitary woods
someone cared
to make good neighbors
A Tenacity Of Delicacy
thrown to the ground
by a punishing wind
intricacies undaunted
Mop Of Cold
bent to the river by cold
held to new work by ice
servitude of sweeping
The Season’s Fashion
the myriad ways
winter wears white
in snow and ice, birch and cloud
Winter’s Wandering Path
a smidge of snow
the glittering cold
many storms still to go
Still Green
even in winter
the grass finds
her days in the sun
Like A Sunset
although dormant
still sending colors
up to the sky
Companions
we are
more alike
than not
Narnia
morning opened
to the enchanted world
where Aslan might call upon us
Accumulation Of Stillness
silent now
like a walk
in the clouds
Ferocious Beauty
the birch
bows down
to winter
The Particular Disposition Of Winter
a storm assembles
in the woods
the weight and shape of cold
How It Comes
barely noticeable at first
the white outline gathering
on every branch and blade
Reaching For Each Other
stepping stones
growing into the whole
of a frozen crossing
Early Winter Abstraction
morning’s bright sun
has turned the roof ice to lace
the still colorful world peeks through