the big birch
our reference point
from which to wander
You Are Here
Espied
a glimmer
of spring
sunshine on moss
Seek Refuge
the world rages
in the woods
peace reigns
Scout In The Woods
blazing the trail
but always keeping
within sight
Snow On The Horizon
the sky and trees
both thinned
by cold
This Side Of The Woods
is the lone tree lonely
or proud to be
the sentry…
Quiet
snow falling
and trees breathing
the only sounds
Wonder
the world is frozen
and yet
everything’s in motion
Afternoon
winter
receiving and reflecting
the glorious sun
You
everyone’s looking around
I’m looking
right at you
Reverence
bowed to winter
seeing past reflection
into the future
Visions
miniature world
on the window pane
cold grows a forest
Hope Held
the woods do
dream in snow
heaping hope on branches
When The Wind Blows
all the voices
of the leaves
rise in winter’s hymn
The Space That Absence Holds
it is
the place
where love remains
Through The Woods
you will find
their snowy roof
and Christmas pine
Bejeweled
the ice storm
adorns and preserves
all the delicate details
A Double Geography
the storm drew
a mountain range
on the palisades
The Garden Fence
in the white and gray landscape
we fasten our green hopes
to the rails
Captured Moment
falling
and then
suspended in time
Tucked Away
in the stillness
and the quiet
we begin again
Winter Travels
the current
not yet submerged
cold holds on
taking the ride
Every Voice Raised
the chickadees
are caroling
the echos of rejoicing
The Woods Contented
their satisfaction of being
is to be filled
with newness
Falling, Falling, Falling
each flake
slowly wandering
through the air
Depth Of Light
sunshine
after the big snow
the world made new
Lacemaking
the wind wove
threads of cold
through the woods
Winter’s First Appearance
the falling snow
like tinsel
on the evergreen
The Fence And The Field
nothing stands
in between
this place and peacefulness
Briefly
before
the season of snow
the season of shadows