ICE AGE - ART AGE

ice sarcophagus,
last summer's flowers.
deafening silence--

ferocious frost
sculpting new plantscapes.
inhaling needle-like breaths--

echinacea's quills
rendered harmless.
a blue jay squawking--

black eye susan
adorned with jewels.
basking in raw light--

green of summer
refusing to fade.
to be young, again--

ice studs,
fashion of deep freeze.
in the roots, spring breathes--

deconstructing
calligraphic forms
nature talking--

thorns holding unto crystals
until they will be taken away
by a warming front--

rose hips
waiting for a tea pot.
winter garden luminaries--

crown of echinacea
collecting the storm's jewels
raw january--

remnants of christmas
scintillating in morning rays.
still humming carols--

echinacea flower
harbinger of health,
glorious, even in afterglow--

sketch of winter
once shaking its leaves,
now naked--

weaving a perch
for hungry birds.
garden's alphabet--

cardinal preaching
to the already converted
bird watcher--

among a geography of greys,
bramble's color.
winter's blue note--

festive vernonia
elegantly posing
for the onloooker--

prospecting diamonds,
morning star
sunbathing--

disheveled,
a queen's lace
still standing proud--

vernonia's underskirts
reminiscent of warmer days.
summer long gone--

no more spiders
to host.
pine needles--

red farm truck driver
dreaming of yesterdays.
more frosts coming--