Rising
light
in midwinter.
Spring
buds swell. 2-4-13
Nestled
in the low winter wood,
the golden
ball shares
liquid light. 2-5-13
Splatted
like rain
in the
moving wood--
a light
burst. 2-6-13
Daffodils
Erupting
from the frozen earth,
the
blunt-nosed, jeweled crystals
push up,
the yellow dreams
folded inside. 2-6-13
The first
moment greeting
the
morning light. It bathes
the eyes,
this brand
new light. 2-7-13
Fluffed,
redbird
comforts himself
in juniper’s
winter green. 2-9-13
The
midnight wind
blew itself
a brilliant day
with sparkles
all around. 2-9-13
Holly
holds her hands up,
meets the
horizontal sun
with cupped
vertical leaves.
A touching
moment, at dawn. 2-10-13
It’s like
a shower,
today’s
light.
A milk
shower. 2-16-13
There was
a shuddering
out in
the woods.
What
passed through left
a wake. 2-12-13
Morning
time in the light,
waiting for
warmth and breath,
sweet breath,
shared. 2-12-13
Soft like
snow,
the light
rests
on hollies. 2-13-13
Somewhere
there is a verb
to describe
dried pokeweeds
hanging dark
and vertical over
the horizontal
juniper splattered
with snow. 2-14-13
I
recognize the shoveler in the leaves—robin.
And then—a friend.
2-15-13
Between
one tree
and the
next, squirrel counts
all his
morning moments.
Just for
fun. 2-16-13
Weighted
with the world,
lady bluejay
sits unmoving
in the
bare crab apple. 2-18-13
The wild
raspberry cane
has turned
itself red.
Time to
breathe the light again. 2-18-13
Falling
from the cloudless sky—
snow petals.
Redbird
stretches her wing. 2-19-13
Dancing
in the winter sun,
hollies moved
by a circling wind
celebrate. 2-20-13
