Each day is different. You never know what you’ll see. Old trail, new haiku.
Why are some spots bare
And others still snow covered?
Unsolved mystery
A foggy drizzle
Descends upon ice and snow
White on white on white
My boots crunch and slosh
Robins tweet, geese honk, sun sets
A hush of color
Pockets of puddles
Rings of bare earth around trees
Where the snow recedes
Long winter shadows
Paint a black and white forest
On canvas of snow
Birch tree has new buds
Miraculously living
It fell months ago
I feel some rain drops
And spy a few stray snowflakes
Then the sky spits ice
The landscape sparkles
A diamond studded carpet
Of glittery snow
Wood stork balances.
Owl hoots. Crabs scurry and hide.
Marsh life flourishes.
Tall bald cypress trees
Grow right out of the water
In the rich, green swamp
Black vulture above
Roosting high on a dead tree
I walk under it
Glowing pink lichen,
Spanish moss, and flowing ferns
Trees dress different here
Silver maple tree
Puts forth buds, ready for spring
In dead of winter
In the quiet woods
Fresh footprints of a yeti
Left by my snowshoes
The sun catches snow
Falling from trees and turns it
Into fairy dust
It’s snowing again
Small, steady snowflakes fall fast
And tickle my face
Vanilla glazed pines
On heaps of powdered sugar
A sweet snowy trail
Tree trunks are dressed up
In green and white polka dots
Of lichen and snow
Whipping wind, snow, ice
An Arctic expedition
But for swans and sun
Seeds scattered on snow
Dark stars in a bright white sky
Where did they come from?
Clinging to a tree
Far from the sea, a seahorse
Nature's snow sculpture
Just me breathing in
The beauty of these white woods
Calm after the storm
A foot and a half
I sank in up to my knees
Time to buy snowshoes
Am I the only
Soul out as the nor’easter
Rolls in? I guess not.