warm

in palm fronds

breeze sounds so warm

grey winter day

fiddle

from valley

to evening star

a fiddle's voice

roughness

against my skin

the roughness of firewood

hoar frost

stone soup

stone soup

the fragrance of

a snowy day

ice

snail shell 

yesterday's rain

turning to ice

quicken

winter warmth

the garden within me

quickens

whiteness

swirling mist

a raven deepens

the whiteness

cabin walls

cabin walls 

feeling my way through

a wilderness night

sleepless

constellations

of quiet raindrops

sleepless night

fingers

winter branches

fingers of sound

play

down

my

spine

other than

other than

a vulture's lazy loop

cold grey sky

pause

first light

a moment 's pause

in a dewdrop

almost

almost home

a zipper's whisper

short of sunrise

daydream

seed catalog

the colours of

a winter daydream

doldrums

winter doldrums

how quietly

the osprey strikes

redder

until the hour turns a redder black night storm

breadth

empty pasture

the length of a fence

the breadth of a hawk

wander

among

trees

a

path

wanders

me

into

dawn

last stand

high tide

a sandcastle's last stand

and mine

new

darkness melts

spilling dawn upon

the new day

empty

empty places

the sound of wind

finding them

between

scattered clouds

a raven gathers

the blue between

zephyr

calm water

i am zephyr

passing by

high

morning brightens

the breeze takes a feather

moon high

almost

deep forest

i almost hear the ferns

uncoiling

wander

fallen branches

a turtle wanders

somewhere else

waltz

white pelican

evening's slow waltz

across the water

before

first butterfly

my feet get there

before me

listening

listening for dawn

the way of a star

over the river

mind

morning mind

the sound of

a duck's wake

silence

twilight

a cricket's 

sudden silence