Snow

the Scottish highlands
a castle ruin, moss, and stone
rising from the moors
–
falcons take wing
moonlight ripples
on the loch

long morning shadows
the first sign of winter falls
from the autumn sky
–
winter’s finger
paint on my
window panes

a pencil thin wind
eases through balding branches
swirling russet leaves
–
mountain pines
an autumn snowfall
ices the boughs

barely enough room
in my zippered sleeping bag
for the two of us
–
white footprints
your hand
tightly in mine

working the block plane
paper thin curls of maple
littering the floor
–
a snowy owl
gliding silently
across the night

not quite a woman
and yet no longer a girl
searching for her path
–
fresh snow
treading lightly
in your footprints

a cavernous void
of fears and uncertainty
filling drop by drop
–
darkening forest
a deep growl
in the distance

strong flowing rivers
carry meadows and mountains
away to the sea
–
april rains…
roaring brooks
become brethren

A late spring snowfall
Endless cottonwood tree seeds
Floating through the air

Dancing on the road
Windblown veils of white ribbon
As the snowfall starts