The Petunia Looking Back

deep inside
a piercing
green eye

Midnight Snack

dawn light reveals
the wandering path
of a nocturnal browse

Cay

an island
on thin ice
asylum for sunshine

 

Perfection Realized

to see her
cup the sunlight
in her perfect petals

Still Held

we wait
for winter
to release her grasp

Apparition

wandering
between the trees
the ghost of light

Darkness Softened

the black and white
of night snow
in moonlight

Tail Feathers

peacock’s
plumage blooms
fans on the window

Wings

the hope
of flight
not without effort

Reminiscences

hollow in the old tree
holding memories
of yesterdays

The Privileged

we watch
winter’s demanding dramatics
from inside our warm havens

Trimming

the eaves
wear a tatting of ice
fastened by a shuttle of cold

Rising

the landscape yawns
winter’s breath
rises from the mountains

Countenance

joy’s gesture
expressive limbs
welcoming winter

Unseen Seen

it was revealed
the intricate web
connecting everything

Creation

amidst snow
and fading light
the river abstracted

Holding Up The Sky

snow sky
held high by
December morning’s tree

Becoming One Another

the icing pond
receiving rain
so many ways to be

Held

beneath the bark
one birch’s dark night
held sacred by the grove

Iceland

February grew
trees of ice
a forest of cold