Sisters

     At last
     we meet
     again
     this time
     at day’s end
     Our paths
     are set
     and so 
     will cross
     morning
     evening
     Lady Sun
     Sister Moon

Quiet

All is still

even the snow flakes

balanced

on the thin blue

line

of a new day

Wintery Dawn

Lady Sun’s

cold fire

ignites

the dawn sky

warming

the hoar frost

clothing

naked trees

with velvet

February Between (49)

Yesterday

I heard

four geese

calling raucously

to each other

as if to say

Meet me

on open water;

Today

the wind blows

daggers

of ice

and the lake

is still frozen

Dawn before storm (48)

The weight

of winter

storms

presses

down

but Lady Sun’s

ascent

only 

intensifies

Best of both (47)

Grateful
to dwell
in a world
alive
with contrast
to strive 
with 
a cold wind
in a winter-stripped
landscape
then return
to breathe
fragrance
and color
and dream
of spring

In spite of (46)

Lady Sun’s
warmth
subverts
winter
ambushing
ice
under the
guard
of biting winds

Relentless (45)

Lady Sun

cautiously

emerges 

from her cloud camouflage

but Winter

relentless to reclaim

the season

sends in his bitter 

winds

and she

retreats

February Thaw (44)

No amount

of admonishing

or pointing

to the calendar

can quell

my delight

at this 

late winter

thaw

Homesick (43)

Forest

I miss you

achingly green leaves

boggy ground

the smells

both

alive

and decaying

call of hidden bird

and warm buzz

of insects

Silence

that isn’t silence

but the absence

of human noise

Forest

I miss you

Do you miss

me?

Possible warming trend (42)

A certain

softening

in the air;

anticipating

a change

in the weather

Winter Orphans (41)

Winter trees

raise

cold bare

hands

like lost children

reaching

for Lady Sun’s

warm

dawn

fingers

Resolved (40)

Resolved
to be more
hardy
in spite of Winter
--as you are
Lady Sun

February Evening (39)

Lady Sun

lays aside

her blue velvet

mantle 

and beds down

in soft

gray clouds

Weary of Winter (38)

Winter days
pile up
layering
gray
on weary gray
softening
and
freezing
into
torn
and dirty
ice lace

River Musings (37)

Existence
or my perception
of it
is a clash
of paradoxical
forces:
moving forward
as the river moves
at high flood
or under ice
but also
a cycle
melting
and refreezing
receding to
dry stones
and
returning to earth
as rain

Through the window (36)

Sister Moon
winks
playfully
at her
strange
manmade
moon
sisters

Denial (35)

I could

imagine

as I look up

lying

on my back

in a pool

of blue

that reflects

summer skies

Met in Passing (34)

Lady Sun
just awakened
but fierce
Sister Moon
fading
in farewell
When
will we three
meet again?

Apology (33)

Dear Nature,
today
we are separated
by so much more
than glass
By windchill
and shortened days
By time
by will
or lack of both
By duty
taken
and given
and pushed in
even when
no more room remains

Can we clear 

our calendars

before spring?

Overcast (32)

What languid hand

moved through

the clouds

and left

these trails

behind?

Co-Conspirators Two (31)

Back to their
old tricks
Lady Sun
dazzles
with her brilliant
rays
while Winter
circles behind
to playfully
knock away
our breath