Winter into Spring
What was Still Begins to Move
Worlds Recreated
Category: winter
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Winter’s Forest Floor
Brown, White, and Still Sun Spotlights
Growing Green Mosses
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A Late Winter’s Frost
On Dried Wildflowers Echoes
Notes of Future Blooms
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Beneath the Blue Sky
Cattails in Winter Coats Stand
Tall Above The Marsh
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Even as Winter
Blurs My Summer Memories
The Sun Still Shines
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As if Opposites
Attract, Nature Paints in Contrasts
Pulling in Our Gaze
Freeze and Flow Winter
To Spring, Then Summer and Fall,
The Rolling Seasons
The Light and Shadow
Of Every Passing Moment
Still Life in Motion
And We Cannot Look
Away, As One Thing Becomes
Another and Returns
Rock and Water, Earth
And Air, Nature Sings Harmony
And we are Transformed -
Through Storms End, Deep Snow,
To A Warm Spring That Runs Clear
All Through the WinterA Quacking, Flapping
Urgency of Ducks rises, flees.
The Red-Tailed Hawk StaysHe Makes Eye Contact
A Glance Over His Shoulder
And Tail Feathers ShakeHe Raises His Wings
As If Stretching and Rises,
Floating Into AirEffortless, He Glides
By, Holding My Eye, Watching
Silent, Moving, StillOne Circle, Then Two
I am appraised. He is not
Afraid or ImpressedSo He Turns His Head
And Slides Away, Mystery
Above the Deep Snow -
For Michele, On Her Birthday
About Now, Each Year,
Snow Packs Down to Greyest Ice
It Says “Late Winter”But I am Thinking
Early Spring, Listening for
The Crane’s First CallingSeeking the First Buds
On Bare Tree Limbs, and All the
Day’s Green Potential
A Year in Haiku 