Several written starting in the winter of 2021 and through the spring.
the solemn snowfall
tree branches laid bare creaking
remembering leaves
ripples in the snow
become giant mountain peaks
dawn’s fresh perspective
taking a moment
spaciousness of a second
time that is sacred
trickle of snow melt
clouds of charcoal ride the wind
carrying fresh scent
amber lights reflect
pale figures of the birches
tonight’s lone salt truck
smell of dust burning
heating coils brought back to life
attracts a young cat
slumbering beneath
a blanket of compressed snow
don’t forget to bloom
lone oak on the hill
unyielding until its time
winds echo a sigh
the hammer will fall
the daylight burns, moons will wane
let the hammer fall
mind free to breath deep
vacant air gives permission
space to let go
morning water growl
bleak light casts across the room
tea leaves bloom again
morning smell of youth
welcoming breeze instills hope
could do with a walk
woodsmoke on wet air
mist rides heavy among hills
snow drip becomes mud
radiator ricks
with no rhythm to speak of
in soft morning light
red squirrel scampers
among the thorns carelessly
vanishes unscathed
low clouds out of time
set summer hues in the sky
summoning warm breeze
heavy knees pull down
hesitation between breath
snow clouds fog the mind
the snow drifts in
by each flake its presence known
we too can drift in
twigs reaching upwards
snow gathers among the tips
december flowers
drip coffee settles
purring he watches me close
hurried commute starts
ripples on the pond
take me to vacant summers
of simple wonders
hills in a red glow
maples beginning to wake
despite the cold
glass speckled, obscured
pattering against the eaves
warm solace inside
mourning dove calls out
secretes of the coming day
try not to worry
by the scenic route
hoping to never arrive
solace in stasis
thick upon the wind
a warmth lingers on the nose
as a street light gleams
tiny bird atop
content among the leaf buds
wonder from below
leaves rustle like waves
wind through birches in the field
capture attention
a cascading haze
towers up thunderously
threatening showers
blossoms have faded
as we all retreat inward
incubating change
doe searches alone
hooves plow up grass from the snow
just like her mother
white pines gathered
planted long ago in rows
by men with shovels
flick of tail feathers
mist hanging low in the hills
and cooling meadows
perched among the air
solitary call echos
from between red wings
pond surface ripples
cascading sunlight reflects
placid sky above
repetitious chirp
before the morning sunlight
evokes summer heat