like Mabel
the woods call to me too
beckoning with mysteries and solace
Sensing What Is Beyond Sight
What The Lantern Occasioned
a light
without light
is how memory is made
Vacillating Temperatures
winter wavers warm and cold
mimicking the wobble
of the old garden fence
Cousin It
out in the woods
without your bowler hat or glasses
how will you find your way home?
The Road Home
etched in memory
our tracks in the snow
the hug of each curve
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
Skillful Play
they know to slow and cross single file
then resume full tilt running
on the other side
Ice Monster
it gave
a silent roar
rattling primal bones
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
Rain And Wind Storm
rain and snow compete
but mostly ice
will be the victor
Narnia
morning opened
to the enchanted world
where Aslan might call upon us
The Particular Disposition Of Winter
a storm assembles
in the woods
the weight and shape of cold
To Everything Its Counterpart
winter’s shadows
blue with cold
disputed by the sky
Reaching For Each Other
stepping stones
growing into the whole
of a frozen crossing
Sacred
deep in the woods
the humble tree hollow
a temple we pilgrimage to
A Sugaring Snow
here for just a moment
not enough to increase
the mountain’s hips
Rush
before winter’s cold
stalls the journey
a mad dash to the ocean
The Light Like A Kiss Goodbye
sneaking in
beneath the storm
a caress of light and warmth
The River Bend’s Instruction
when turning corners
take your time
to wander is the way
First Strangers Then Friends
deep in the woods
these three strangers
offered shelter
Invisible Work
birds and seeds
plot the creation
of spring
In An Instant
a single ray of light
splits the darkness open
an entrance for possibilities
The Earth
dark and dense
like a good chocolate cake
first snow a powdered sugar dusting
The Request
the way the light
was dancing in the woods
it was an invitation to enter
Asylum
some of the color
that has left the woods
finds refuge on the island
Bell In The Woods
rung only by the wind
calling out to winter
calling back to summer
Harmony
narrative of a perfect afternoon
written by the four parallels of
lines, light, water, rock