Under heavy clouds
Snowfall spins its magic
In the melting night

trees of light reach
out-
lining the night

 

 

From rising darkness
faintly earthward
a feather of light

 

Syllables of light
lining bare limbs, floating
on winter’s surface

Shore Acres State Park, Oregon

 

 

 

With silence as
its magic, an unfelt
breeze unwraps the moon

 

 

pelicans
guiding the night across
droplets of gold

 

 

To soothe our sorrows
Patience of twilight and
Kindness of trees

 

 

Snow and light spinning
their patient magic, filling
the curve of night

 

 

Lunar dawn —
Shallow bright crescent
Filled deep with night

 

 

Time bending like a
beeswax flame; cold night warmed by
summer-clover breeze