the stairs
a cornucopia
abundance on Beacon Hill
The Entry Is The Horn
Isle
I send my dreams
away to play on the island
in the bay
Dissolving Into The Next Dimension
in the final days intensified
more precise somehow
while leaving
Falling Fast
a flurry
of oak leaves
hurries towards winter
Forest Bones
time’s skeleton
the sun bleached bones
of prodigious trees
A Satisfaction
a contented lowing
released into the mist rise
of the morning
Oak Leaves And Seaweed
riding the breath
of the ocean
home
Still Sweet
Maine’s blueberry sky
not yet
bittered by cold
Autumn’s Wealth
the light
now gilds
most everything
Gathered In Worship
every leaf a prayer
at the steeple
of the felled tree
Rise Of The Sun
colors of the new day
press against
the bedroom screen
The Flowers Shout
with purple fringe and frill
mums shatter silence
with blooms
Woodland Tapestry
all the movement
and colors of fall
woven into this moment
Mistaken For A Coven
this murder of crow
trick or treating
in the field
Blooming Accolade
a flowering crown
honoring the colors
the leaves have left behind
Moving On
as the wind whisks away
leaves and clouds
new intimacies of the landscape divulged
In Departure Arrival
from the branch
to the ground
and back to the source
Afternoon Grazing
souls partaking
in the comfort found
of silent companionship
Quick Trip
gazing on the mushroom bloom
everything is answered
nothing can be explained
Gathering And Traveling
ascending the ridge
a clustering of geese
search for their formation
leaders emerge
vying for the point position
of their traveling “v”
Found
there was a lot of leaving
but some love
stayed behind
Time Is A Painter
between the blues
of sky and water
autumn commences coloring
A Cloud Of Angels
those flowers still blooming
at season’s end
deserve a special moniker
October In The Picking Garden
this late October bloom
a sight to memorize and revisit
once winter paints the world grey and white
Organized Labor
gathered at the source
the bees objective
feed the hive, save the planet
Change
life and time
always on the move
let us be their gracious guests
Anemone And Oak Leaf
still blooming and setting bud
even as the leaves fall
illustration of hope
Revealing All The Tiny Details Of Connection
the space that grows
between each leaf
coaxes sight into insight
Harvest
a wealth of blooms
the bees converge
to preserve sweetness
Rock Hopping
chasing warmth
autumn light traverses
the rocky river bed