A web of leaves.
The forest is a tapestry.
Flame
celebrate color
in all of its intensity and delicacy.
Waiting
the Christmas trees wait for their season.
Survivor
but still you remain, standing tall;
your root ball defying gravity.
Cathedral
Journey
Late Bloom
One brave bloom reaches for the sun.
Cold Front
and the warmth of the tail end of summer
is the blue sky of memory making.
Stream Bed
transform the stream bed
into a kaleidoscope.
October Morning
in a dazzling display of transitions
before the stark beauty of winter descends.
Whipped Cream Clouds
Nature’s fleeting beauty sweetens the days.
Indian Summer
and the dew is but a cool kiss…these are gifts of Indian Summer.
Crabapple
one can see past what is there
and into the possibilities of what could be.
Watercolors
the autumn colors blur
into an impressionistic painting.
Dudley’s Deer
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
lands on the stairs
Fall has arrived.
Rain Drops
spider web lace
with rain drop diamonds.
Time
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
Is it wonder or awe or angst that it shares?
Could it be a wooden reflection?
Mosaic
Pink
Floating
and grey seems the color of eternity, hang on to hope
for it can keep you afloat and mend your tattered faith.
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.
you are remembered.
Reflections
roll across the river’s surface.
A moving picture that will only show once.
Green Mountains
Next to you I know my smallness is the right size.
I am a necessary fragment of your wholeness.
Lavender Glooming
new dreams are born in shadows and cloud forms
as old dreams disperse with the day.
Yard Art
garden embellishments for tourists.
Paper weights for memories.
Steel Goat
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.
