on certain days
not even the light
offers light
The Challenge
winter drew
a line in the woods
and dared spring to cross
February Narcissus
winter gazed
upon her own reflection
in the river
Ship Masts In The Meadow
resource to
man and beast
benevolent benefactors: trees
Pastimes
the bench
and bird feeder
play winter’s waiting game
No Two The Same
the magic symmetry
of each individual design
seen by the naked eye
Long Winter Days
when seemingly
nothing is happening
spring’s new world is gestating
This Is The Wall
that doesn’t separate us
but rather
it’s presence connects us
Three Of Them
despite cold
and lack of mud
here is happiness
Open Arms
reaching out
the unconditional embrace
of every season
Somnolent Snow
the many places
and ways
snow finds repose
Morning Paradox
dawn’s delicacy
belies
the bitter cold
We Gather Near The Hearth As
tiny flakes
of a big snow
fall on our little house
Forthright
little bird
staring down
the weather
Window Panes In The Woods
trunks and branches
from the view
of outside outside
Peace Outside The Circle
without containment
the symbol’s power
expands
In The Time Of Gloaming
beneath the hues
of yellow, pink, lavender, blue
a tree dreams of green
That Branch Of Mathematics
winter is
a mathematician
of sacred geometry
Flowers From A Friend
I submerge into
the sweetness and solace
of scent and colors
Chasing Blue Skies
up ahead
on the trail
our scouts
