
a bundle of frozen sticks and stones
a gaggle of geese in the snow
a handful of wooden tiles
and a sprinkle of glittering love



a bundle of frozen sticks and stones
a gaggle of geese in the snow
a handful of wooden tiles
and a sprinkle of glittering love



her hair was made of long ice needles
and her spirit sparkled like an emerald winter forest

snow white and soft ochre,
rusty reddish browns, steely greys
and the hard edges of the cold


sometimes winter rays on the water reflect
all of what we cannot say

it is the small, unexpected and seemingly trivial enchantments that bring a bit of crimson sparkle to life

let your dreams fly free,
like wild birds,
soaring into the air
and across green horizons

let your warmth
drift slowly across my
doorstep and straight into
my brittle heart

a quick collection of photos that i’ve taken recently completely by mistake–there is beauty, even in errors



to me, the seagulls are always connected with the river in winter–
resting on the frigid wind currents–
crying out in the deep allegheny valley
that carries their haunting echoes upriver


there you were–
a beautiful red hawk
scanning the horizon,
registering our presence with
a cold, hard stare