The stump of an oak grows a miniature forest,
a mountain with moss trees for insects to scale.
Sunlight
Sunlight
tiger stripes
the pond.
Blossom End
Nature made
a
God’s Eye.
Witch’s Hat
Witches pick their hats from the ground
in preparation for their ride on branch and pine needle brooms
across the Halloween moon.
October Snow
The roses bow their heads
in respect to winter.
Back Light
Like a lantern
the illuminated leaf
lights the forest journey.
Milk Weed
Seeds of generosity
fly away on Santa’s whiskers
before the first snow falls.
Pumpkin Scar
Gourds wear their own tattoos.
This is the symbol for courage.
Water Fall
A slide of green velvet moss,
a plush pile carpet of leaves,
water carbonated with laughter –
this is the spot where the fairies play.
Other Cosmos
The Big Bang
in a blue bowl.
Cone Flowers
Gone are the purple petal skirts and crowns of gold
but your beauty and grace remain
and will be scattered by the wind.
Trail
In the solitude
you are not alone.
The trail is marked.
Mountain Range
I rarely miss the sea.
The mountains are my ocean.
Surface of Sound
Limbs and Leaves
A knot of limbs.
A web of leaves.
The forest is a tapestry.
Flame
The fireworks of fall
celebrate color
in all of its intensity and delicacy.
Waiting
At the edge of a mountain of color
the Christmas trees wait for their season.
Survivor
The flood waters ate away your soil,
but still you remain, standing tall;
your root ball defying gravity.
Cathedral
Nature is my church.
Journey
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.
Tree House
Sometimes a hollow is a home.
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.