
Natural refuge
a place of hibernation
wintry salt marsh
Come away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o

Natural refuge
a place of hibernation
wintry salt marsh
Sunshine and raindrops
settle on fresh, glaucous leaves
moist February
Last year’s leaves remain
sheltering delicate buds
with crisp copper robes
A sprinkling of crumbs
disintegration begins
majesty is lost

Had to go looking
for any little promise
found a sign of spring

apple tree baubles
natures midwinter tree glows
with bright topaz light
Tea little faerie?
perhaps a sip of fizzy
in an acorn cup

growing or floating
which is the illusion
as above so below