Beneath the Blue Sky
Cattails in Winter Coats Stand
Tall Above the Marsh

Beneath the Blue Sky
Cattails in Winter Coats Stand
Tall Above the Marsh
Once, a Fox Would Come
Each Winter Day to Watch
The Frozen Sun Rise
In the Morning Sun
Drifts Marking Last Night’s Winds Like
Footprints in the Snow
Clear Skies, Colder Temps
Shadows on New Fallen Snow
Edged Sharp as a Blade
Grey, Blue-Grey, White
Clouds, Snow, But at the Tree Line
Warm Tawny Sunlight
Be Still a Moment
And Listen to Geese Sing of
Journey and Return
Even as Winter
Blurs My Summer Memories
The Sun Still Shines
Mist Rising Above
Harvested Fields Paints in the
Colors of Sunrise
Making the Future
Happen. A New Mother and
A New Life. God’s Grace