Trespassing

Having land is like being pregnant.

“I walked your land the other day,” friends say, like taking the liberty of touching your belly.

It’s too late (and equally awkward) to respond, “No, don’t.”

Like a baby, land belongs to everyone.

Kelly Salasin, Timber Framed

Wheel of Fortune

Wind spins colors/turning fortunes/in the spiral of time/let the leaves fall where they will/let the work of dying & rebirth begin.

Kelly Salasin

Not Quite Winter

Cold enough to

Snow

(and it has)

but the gracious water remains

Yielding,

like a Monet,

Rippling

with

Light

and

Air.

Kelly Salasin,  November 2009

November in Vermont

frosty orange dried-flower

arrangement

of a world,

Punctuated

by gunshot.

Kelly Salasin 2009

Winter Walks

Shadows deepen now

as the Sun must

Hoist itself

Over the hill.

My ritual

Defined

Across the pond

Where a Swath

of Morning Light

Awaits me.

Kelly Salasin

Homecoming

I race toward the

Ocean

Under a cotton candy

Sky.

The Kids try

to keep up.

Sand Sweeps

across our path

like Fog.

I bend  to touch

the Sea

like Holy Water.

Then

Turn away

Pressing it

to my

Tongue.

Kelly Salasin, November 2009

Early December

Wake to

Icy cold

this morning.

Winter

is setting

her roots.

Kelly Salasin, 2009

December Thaw

The frothy

Snow

Atop the pond

is Fog like~

a Swirl of Cream

Into coffee,

with an unusual

Tinge

of Hen’s Egg Green,

As if a child

was Experimenting

in his kitchen sink,

Playing with

temperature

and

frozen sky

and

Dreams

of Winters

Deep.

Kelly Salasin, 2009

Day’s End

Afternoon, and

no Shadows on

the Road~

Everything LIGHT

with WHITE.

Mother Nature

tidies

our world

with a blanket of snow

Quieting

every

sound…

Kelly Salasin, 2009

December in Vermont

Winter World of Contrasts~

Rosy sky,

Wet bark

White snow

Evergreen

Frozen Earth

Flowing stream

Cold air

Warm hearts.

Kelly Salasin, 2009