A singular leaf rides the river
carrying the history of this autumn
in its colors.
Late Bloom
The first hard frost has taken all the leaves.
One brave bloom reaches for the sun.
Cold Front
Between the cold front
and the warmth of the tail end of summer
is the blue sky of memory making.
Stream Bed
Sunlight and movement
transform the stream bed
into a kaleidoscope.
October Morning
Color moves across the mountains
in a dazzling display of transitions
before the stark beauty of winter descends.
Whipped Cream Clouds
The landscape is a feast for the eyes and soul.
Nature’s fleeting beauty sweetens the days.
Indian Summer
When an October morning is gentle enough for bare feet
and the dew is but a cool kiss…these are gifts of Indian Summer.
Crabapple
In a certain slant of light
one can see past what is there
and into the possibilities of what could be.
Watercolors
In a hard rain
the autumn colors blur
into an impressionistic painting.
Dudley’s Deer
She waits at the edge of the woods for Dudley, her dog friend.
Waiting to flash her tail to signal the start of their mountain romp.
But Dudley is not in the car as the doe seems to hope.
Dudley is in heaven now, running with the wind.
Fallen Leaf
When the first colorful leaf
lands on the stairs
Fall has arrived.
Rain Drops
The geranium wears
spider web lace
with rain drop diamonds.
Time
You no longer tell time by new rings.
Now as a beam, you measure time
by the nights and days of shelter you provide,
absorbing laughter and tears into your fibers and history.
Picasso
A hint of a face made of knots.
Is it wonder or awe or angst that it shares?
Could it be a wooden reflection?
Mosaic
Nature is an artist who works tirelessly at her abstracts of perfection.
Pink
This is the color of laughter.
Floating
When smoke has choked the blue from your sky
and grey seems the color of eternity, hang on to hope
for it can keep you afloat and mend your tattered faith.
Window Box
When the old red barn is dressed up with a window box
not even the high noon sun can wilt away
her pretty-fication.
Nearness
Tim
seeks me
in the garden
small
white
butterfly
always
hovering
nearby
Ghost
that I glimpse
from the side of my eye
Darting through blossoms
resting on leaves
taking advantage of sunshine and breeze
Pointing out a shapely cloud
waiting on my mailbox
inquisitive antenna cocked
Reminding me
as mortality
rages on
death
is not
the final stop.
Tim Mann, dear friend and fellow traveler,
you are remembered.
Reflections
The images of the day
roll across the river’s surface.
A moving picture that will only show once.
Green Mountains
You seem to extend into eternity.
Next to you I know my smallness is the right size.
I am a necessary fragment of your wholeness.
Lavender Glooming
When the afternoon melts into dusk and evening is on the rise
new dreams are born in shadows and cloud forms
as old dreams disperse with the day.
Yard Art
At the charming roadside stand wait
garden embellishments for tourists.
Paper weights for memories.
Steel Goat
Glimmering in the sun.
Bewildering birds.
Hungering for fenders.
Life is a Play
The morning mist is a curtain
waiting to be pulled open by the sun
revealing the action of the day.
Forest Mistress
Ancient acorn woman
wanders the forest floor
tends the wild rose
Findings
Mother Nature’s remnants
speak to me
of the secret lives in the forest
Married
The post marries the beam
after a courtship of hand hewing and attention to detail
that seats them perfectly together
forever supporting one another.
Painted Sky
I live in art.
Maxfield Parish
painted my sky.
