Open at first frostTo empty yourself ofPrecious seeds, Gifts to the waiting groundBefore rain and snowSwells and sproutsNew works of artIn spring to growChildren from the earthWooden sculpture of the Needle leafed tree.Blue Jays singAt the delicious chillOf your art galleryTreasure trove.

Among the dried and brittle stalksOf summer's grass and weeds,A goose down feather flutters; Caught in a harsh placeDances to the wind's musicDancesDances

Fuzzy furry leavesSoaking sunlight Across the winter pastureResting, feedingLike so many woolly green lambs.