Delicate detail, indescribable.
Hoarfrost rimes the edge of darkness.
February tapestry on Black Mountain granite.
Perfect measure, perfect place.
Dwarf sand cherry in last summer’s brightness.
An abandoned beaver pond catches the evening sky.
Monadnock stands alone, constant guardian.
Days and years on Black Mountain, open to the west.
Mountain laurel vaunts a remnant of past festivities.
Windblown amid the whiteness.