Ipswich River Wildlife Sanctuary, Massachusetts
The paths and ponds are frozen...
I feel the cold in my fingers, the gloves not doing much...
And in the midst of this biting surge,
a pair of Mallards,
their bright orange legs infused in warmth...
Fresh Pond, Cambridge, Massachusetts
One of those mornings when I awake in white and smile...
Flat Rock Wildlife Sanctuary, Massachusetts
Cold, crisp and moist, the low Sun...
She comes with her toolbox
and makes subtle forms burst to life while in sleep...
Crane Beach, Massachusetts
The sea can do craziness, it can do smooth,
it can lie down like silk breathing
or toss havoc shoreward; it can give
gifts or withhold all; it can rise, ebb, froth,
like an incoming frenzy of fountains, or it can
sweet-talk entirely. As I can too,
and so, no doubt, can you, and you.
MARY OLIVER, A Thousand Mornings
Breakheart Reservation, Massachusetts
Sleepy browns all around
except the mosses,
living brightly on this cloudy winter day...
Great Brook Farm State Park, Massachusetts
Morning sunrays reflect off light snow cover... in silence...
How brilliant are these early hours,
with the snow crystals still intact and my steps caught in the passing...
