by name or whistle
the call of the wild abandoned
speeding towards the comforts of home
Always Listening
Embrace Of An Old Friend
in cold, windy woods
spring rose up
to greet me
Lonely For Spring
the wind
still has no leaves
to speak with
Systematic Work
the knocking
still echos
from the ground
Slowly On Her Way To Us
it seems it is
the river bend that
brings us spring
Stepping Out
yellow canters
though the woods
coltsfoot on the move
Budding Young Artist
spring’s canvas
is the landscape
growth is her medium
Determination
the light
always finds a way
to get through
Replicating Reptiles
scute and scaled
no longer a log
now a crocodile
Lingering
the north side
still cold
and leafless
Twists And Turns
tree limbs diagramming
the effort and obstacles
of growth
To Be Known But Never Sold
birch wears
a barcode made
of papered pastels
Granite Clover
a mossy monument
to the ‘luck’
of a determined tree
Itla-okla
in northern woods
the southern gothic vibe
of Spanish moss
How Winter Looks back
flakes freezing
as they fall
winter’s long goodbye
Archway
the threshold
to places of magic
can be easy to miss
Transmogrification
the fallen tree
sprouted tiny wings
feathers made of fungi
Water Wanders Through The Seasons
recent snow
on old ice pack
the brook fast with melt
Embraced
cradled by oak leaves
the birch branch begins
her return to earth
Approaching The Precipice Of Spring
the barns and fields
still sleep
the river is the early riser
Bravery
to be
in the world
just as you are
As Winter Leaves She Stomps Her Feet
this heavy snow
is just the other side
of rain
The Weather’s Hook And Thread
the new snow
crochets the woods
into lace
Emeralds and Diamond Ice
the forest grows
her own kind
of jewels
The Orchard’s Brush Pile
pruning
in pursuit
of fruit
Indefatigable Snow
pouring from the sky
like powdered sugar
through a sieve
Lazy Snow
dawdling flakes
in no hurry
to reach the ground
Drifting
mountains upon mountains
the wood’s topography
ever changing
The Sun Of The Ripening Seed
this particular
kind of sunshine
rouses sleeping seeds
One Of Those Two In Love
Mrs. Mourning Dove
assumes her post
awaiting his return