Snow dusting

Winds of Change

Winds of change

blow out the clear of calm

ruffle the edges of complacency 

texturize reflections

set rippling nuances to our perspective

view video at:

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oPWv6hjVidE

November song

Late November hues 
blacken branches

dripping muffled sighs

bemoaning late apologies

for twice-fold dimming flight

Then a moment, a reprieve

suddenly brought to light 

catch a slanting sun
a flash -- a slant
waves strum ultra violet song

Circles Turned - welded sculpture

Reflect

Having made her mysterious presence

She

the Ice Goddess

pushes me daily

 to her watery shore

where cumulus reflections ripple

 with atmospheric breadth

recalling back ... rings of laughter 

    those swallow fledglings

 in July's playful flight

...coming now... 

to feel

 this moment's own

 grey winter specked sight.

11.11.11

11:11

Ice Goddess

Over night she appeared

from a sudden, first of the season, snowy deep frost

Struck by awe, I was

seeing her standing there

on her icy platform

Shining in dawn's pure light

wings spread

to ride the currents blowing in

a great change

First Snow