Friday, March 16, 2012

Leftover Winter Frames

Knock, knock, knock, who’s there, 

A red-headed winter friend

  pecking at soft skin

The wild and the free
travel with old compasses,
internal rhythms

Deep hibernation
awakened by shades of gray
still, winter's sleep calls

Exposed by spring’s sun,
leftover frames of winter
bridge cold hope with chance  


  1. Gorgeous shots. That second one steals my breath.

  2. Aww, thanks! There's something about that one I like too, even if the geese are blurry and out of focus!