Morning Reveals

remnants
of a moonlight stroll
hoof prints amidst sparkle

The Two Of Us

you in the tree
me in the house
both navigating winter

February Narcissus

winter gazed
upon her own reflection
in the river

Pastimes

the bench
and bird feeder
play winter’s waiting game

Three Of Them

despite cold
and lack of mud
here is happiness

Open Arms

reaching out
the unconditional embrace
of every season

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

On Everything

the wind
she leaves
her cold fingerprints

We Don’t Need Any Mittens

but yes it is
cold enough
for coats

Never Stopping

the sky
crosses the boundary
of forever

Inside The Snow Globe

a dreamy world
with snowflakes
slowly swirling

Blending In

wearing the colors
of your surrounds
your spirit flashes through

Searching For Flowers

in winter
it is the snow
that blooms

Cold Curves

bubbles and froth
in a static state
softness solidified

The Song Of Silence

deep in the woods
on the frozen vernal pond
the music played on

Embracing Mystery

the morning
shrouded
in mystical cold

In The Winter

we walk on water
into the magic
of the green island

Pink Dawn

the magic
of dreams
still within reach