Morning Reveals

remnants
of a moonlight stroll
hoof prints amidst sparkle

February Narcissus

winter gazed
upon her own reflection
in the river

Ship Masts In The Meadow

resource to
man and beast
benevolent benefactors: trees

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

We Gather Near The Hearth As

tiny flakes
of a big snow
fall on our little house

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

That Branch Of Mathematics

winter is
a mathematician
of sacred geometry

Chasing Blue Skies

up ahead
on the trail
our scouts

Winter In The Wings

sunlight makes a show
of dancing
across the marsh

After The Fall

each snowflake
makes acquaintance with
this new relationship of space

We Don’t Need Any Mittens

but yes it is
cold enough
for coats

Never Stopping

the sky
crosses the boundary
of forever