We walk across ths snowy fields
a chance meeting yet we always
knew this day would arrive.
I do not know your face
from dreams of a spirit
walking between tall trees,
always obscured and hidden.
But with the song playing out
here between each snowflake.
I know it is you.
Early morning walk to the empty fields
and the blue sky filled with birds.
Wind through the trees
refreshing as closed eyes
cleared the mind
making room for nature.
That cabin in the woods,
nestled beneath second generation pine
planted after the last logging,
waits for our visit.
Snow caught in tree-tops
meanders through the winter sky
covering the green roof in a smooth
slope where acorns speed to the ground.
Ravens ever present toward the open fields,
near the old silo base, they rule the open sky
with acrobatics and voices blanketing
the otherwise quiet space.
The nest in the overhang now empty.
Somewhere deep in the woods they watch
with caution and curiosity as the dogs
run circles around that cabin in the woods.
The previous day bathed us in winter light
as the sea sang us to sleep.
Today we slowly become wet snow-people
as the storms take over the landscape
and we marvel at the beauty everywhere.
Hide and seek with the morning sun as we emerge form a deep freeze in MN.
Two videos from early Christmas Day with crystal blue skies, strong wind, and below 0 temperatures.
As concrete melts into dirt and grass
and skyscrapers become pine trees,
I fall into the snow and promise
myself to stay until spring.
As the snow continues to fall,
I am covered until I become
the snow and the earth and
the roots of spring’s growth.
What was a full mind
is replaced with snow,
ice, and water dispalcing
everything until there is nothing.
Like the last leaf from spring
hanging on into winter,
or prairie grasses overcoming
snow and ice,
life hangs on to a tenuous
thread and each day is a gift.
The pine tree lined path
covered with early season snow
beckons for me to follow
and with eyes closed.