the morning moon
in a tender sky
despite the bitter cold
A Single Digit Of Warmth
Cascade
waterfall of time
this year’s leaves
descending mossy granite
The River And The Wildflower
movement kept
within
the stillness
Painter’s Light
often mistaken for ordinary
the masterpiece of
here and now
Seed Clouds
chugging by
like steam
from a train
A Cold Quiet Descends
the marsh
enveloped in
stillness and shadow
The Red Maple
late color
the last ruby smile
of autumn
In These Shorter Days
shadows dark as night
the brook thick with cold
winter taking hold
Stay Afloat
be light and able
true to self
in the ever changing current
May It Be Every Day
we journey
towards each other
open hearted
End Of The Rainbow
colors gathered
on the ripples
in the light
Remaining
the couple
sustaining each other
in bloom
Light And Water Falls
in the presence
of transience’s beauty
peace flows
The Leaving
the parts
no longer there
filled in by memory
Field Of Dreams
the many many seeds
now gone to bed
to dream and conjure up our spring
It Is Felt
a down of cold
the softest
kind of sorrow
Rest
the season asks
for slowing down
let stillness be a pastime found
Witnessed By Barn Windows
in the meadow
tide lines
of seeds
Dried And Frosted Meadow Flower
a beauty formed
by passing time
the ending delicate
as the beginning
Berries Brown And Red
decorating
the landscape
feeding the birds
November Gifts
even as winter’s grey descends
whoops of color
and a glittering flutter
Blushed With Cold
edges
articulated
by frost
Homecoming
every thing
on its way
to becoming one
All Things Possible
cabbage petals
ruffled like a rose
she dreamed herself
into flower
Clouds Like The Day’s Breath
in November’s dark
the light is brighter
and the blues colder
Outside The Church Steeple
nature worships
with each leaf
a prayer
In Nothing Everything
the wind stopped
and the whole world stilled
a settling of collective rest
Blue Goodbye
beneath the care
and protection of the pine
monkshood gifts us a final bloom
To Leave Is To Return
in the season
of seeds
everything is giving
Old Friend
you and I
on creaky knees
still enjoying a wander