in a blue bowl.
Cone Flowers
but your beauty and grace remain
and will be scattered by the wind.
Trail
you are not alone.
The trail is marked.
Mountain Range
The mountains are my ocean.
Surface of Sound
Limbs and Leaves
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.
Tree House
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.
Blackberry Lilly
but your delicious bounty will be blossoms.
A feast for the eyes come spring.
Working Wood
allowing space for air to circulate and the prized woods to dry.
There is a place and purpose for each piece. Beauty lives in utility.
Cosmos
to match their vibrancy and tender hues.
Fallen Leaf
lands on the stairs
Fall has arrived.
Rain Drops
spider web lace
with rain drop diamonds.
Polka Dot
appeared at my feet.
Brown Eyed Susan
marches across the meadow
through the shortening days.
Rock
Now you are solid, holding your place in the granite state.
Height
If I started to climb your branches now, by midnight I could touch the stars.