At The Border

on the edge of the storm
we are not quite yet
consumed by the commotion

The Work Of Faith

grain in the silo
barn full of hay
devotions made each day

Holding Whatever Is Offered

the pasture
empty of cows
filling with snow

This Is How Winter Begins

a snowfall
so fine
to be almost invisible

Darkness Gives Us Light

and so
the breath of snowfall
can be seen

Signal Spot

light
without light
lantern in the woods

Lightness

slowly falling light
easing us
out of the dark