and

and just then

a mountain

blood moon

laughter

elderly friends

the colours of

their laughter

close

a ruckus of birds

the old cat closes

her eyes

crumbs

bread crumbs

on the cutting board

foggy morning

body

winter

twilight

i

swirl

your

body

in

my

goblet

pinnacle

at the pinnacle

a dove comes to rest

guard tower

fresh

winter morning

someone’s footprints

as fresh as mine

dust

ladybugs lie

in the dust of others 

attic bedroom

uprooted

uprooted

nothing changes

a redbird’s song

pause

rain

drop

the

pause

between

us

until

until

a flock of finches

the sky and i

always

as always

what the forest knows

of it all

silver

winter dusk

the silver sound

of a cowbell 

softness

hard winter

the softness of green

in hidden places

unbroken

a wren and i

startle each other

unbroken snow

touch

cliff’s edge

the sky is soft

to my touch

gray

robin’s egg blue a child makes the gray winter sky

world

my world

is a book of poems

frozen mountain

shards

brittle clouds

shards of sunlight

fall at my feet

doe

winter morning

i learn stillness

from a doe

small sounds

pouring wine

the small sounds

evening fog

sage

a sage smudge

from room to room

evening news

firelight

firelight dims

in the old cat’s eyes

melting ice

sound

to become

the only sound

night run

welcome

long winter day

a tea bowl welcomes

my old hands

anything

winter stew

the aroma of

anything goes

turn

rounding a bend

north winds turn me

into the moon

perfect

tufts of snow

future perfect

butterflies

sounds

the sounds

i try not to make

wilderness hike

wait

winter light

sunflower seeds wait

on the windowsill

first

new year morning

a woodpecker’s

first crisp note