Missing

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... 

... and Begins

 Fresh Pond, Cambridge, Massachusetts

      amidst the eternal continuum...

So IT Closes

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... 

With the First Snow

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... 

Think About

 Estabrook Woods, Concord, Massachusetts

 I always think about the Sun on this day.
 
 When darkness comes early and stays long,
    the nature is asleep,
   and
        the cold makes me put on an extra gear to stay warm...

In Windy Shines

 Crane Beach, Ipswich, Massachusetts    

 And then I walk into this salt marsh world behind sand planes,
  where marvels appear
  of one mind with the grasses and the sunlight.

  Gleaming in the rhythm of windy curves...

Living Playhouse

Crane Beach, Ipswich, Massachusetts   

Long legs in a hurry.
 I know these walkabout strides.
   Sandpipers !!!
 
 Should be on their way to warm places.
  But they are still HERE.

 Adorning the edges of sandy coasts, with their swift runs against the waves.
 
  It is all about food, this is what we are told.
 Why then do I feel that it is this play with the waves that thrills them?
  
  Such a delight to watch...