blackened forest
a mushroom
gnawed white

a small bowl
of imported oranges
snow outside

winter sky
we decide to take
the slower road

spring fog . . .
a shoulder of mountain
crooked with pines

alleluias
a trapped bird flutters about
the church

dawn . . .
between branches the night
fades into sky

snowbound–
the orange tip
of a traffic cone

parting clouds–
a crack in the ice
follows the riverbend

religion aside
there are plum blossoms
and pussywillows