on rainy days the front porch transforms by the magic held in storms to a rocky shore and I, standing there with sea wind in my hair, like… Read more “By the magic held in storms”
It’s too cold today.Too cold to grindthe sleep from my eyesand rise.Outside,I see life suspendedin crystalized ice.Inside,I am swirled in a snowglobe,a tiny frozen breathcurling back to… Read more “Chilly Morning”
My god lives here in the darkness, in the snow, in buckets of sap, the soul of the trees, flowing by the freeze and thaw of howling night and gentle day, like me, learning to… Read more “Sugar Shack”
The wrongness of winter rain on fresh snow– where do the snow fairies go in this world promised frozen?
Trees are most beautiful in winter
Shifting shades of somber grays– an interlock of fractal lace– bend with snow to kiss my face Trees are most beautiful in winter