trees in winter

filaments of snow 

       drifting sideways 

                 on the wind--        

                            old pines 

                                     shed their ghosts

                                                                     

                                    ~tinywords 17.1, 2017

the oak stands

stripped to its bare bones

half the year—

I lay my naked words

in homage at its root

~Earth: Our Common Ground (2017)

beech leaves

clinging past midwinter

sing on the breeze

there is only the dance

of sunlight and shadow

~Ribbons 13:2, spring/summer 2017