between
the brook and the branch
grew a forest of ice pines
Tag: pine trees
In The Winter
we walk on water
into the magic
of the green island
Wonderment
sunlight sparkles on water
snowflakes descend to greet it
all kinds and conditions of magic
Fourth Dimension
see time
whooshing by
in the context of your life
Accumulation
blizzard snow
so fine it can be missed
as it gathers in inches and feet
After The Storm
everything clean
fresh snow
renews hope
Pines in Pink
Morning rushes in
promising a rosy day.
