Mount Auburn Cemetery, Cambridge, Massachusetts
Again...
This time it came at night, joined with the cold for sparkling morning.
Attired trees appear to have shaped the world of magic.
Snow crystals are on the show,
no bounces allowed...
Habitat, Belmont, Massachusetts
Brings fresh breaths and silence,
with the notes of my own steps and Chick-A-Dee-Dee calls.
And then
I turn my head to the side, and here they are,
the eyes and the ears,
with no questions, not a sign of fear, as if they know us well.
Thank you for these looks...
Broadmoor, Natick, Massachusetts
At another time, and another place.
Young pines in white clothes, artfully curving their branches.
Shaping the traits and spaces of beauty.
So delicate.
With the steps that stay behind...
Estabrook Woods, Concord, Massachusetts
A touch of snow on the ground.
Crunching crystals blending with the leaves.
Winter music of the woods.
A present that breaks the brownish silence into melodious walking...
Fresh Pond, Cambridge, Massachusetts
Or does it ?
Once in nature, the calendar loses its meaning.
Birds are not attuned to days, months, and years.
These are just instants of time,
and each instant is the seed that allows them to enjoy the living.
This is what it is all about...
Mount Auburn Cemetery, Cambridge, Massachusetts
When it arrives, I better be ready
to watch the snow crystals in gracile descent on the leaves.
So soft, so airy, as if coming to attune...
