reverberations
announce each
hour
Bells Ring Out
Like Buttercups
yellow blossoms
adorning the path
blessing us with color
How The Spirit Leans
the young tree’s shadow
rests upon its near elder
receiving sacred reassurance
As A Cardinal Flashes
the woodlands call
to celebration
crimson berries cluster
Shared Knowledge
the stream and sky
converse about
the fluid endurance of existence
Choose
fear not
the near darkness
be warmed by the light
Woodland Rumpelstiltskin
the light
busy spinning
scrub brush into gold
Sheltered
no snow
beneath
the canopy
Cascade
waterfall of time
this year’s leaves
descending mossy granite
The River And The Wildflower
movement kept
within
the stillness
Painter’s Light
often mistaken for ordinary
the masterpiece of
here and now
Seed Clouds
chugging by
like steam
from a train
A Cold Quiet Descends
the marsh
enveloped in
stillness and shadow
The Red Maple
late color
the last ruby smile
of autumn
In These Shorter Days
shadows dark as night
the brook thick with cold
winter taking hold
Stay Afloat
be light and able
true to self
in the ever changing current
May It Be Every Day
we journey
towards each other
open hearted
End Of The Rainbow
colors gathered
on the ripples
in the light
Remaining
the couple
sustaining each other
in bloom
Light And Water Falls
in the presence
of transience’s beauty
peace flows
The Leaving
the parts
no longer there
filled in by memory
Field Of Dreams
the many many seeds
now gone to bed
to dream and conjure up our spring
It Is Felt
a down of cold
the softest
kind of sorrow
Rest
the season asks
for slowing down
let stillness be a pastime found
Dried And Frosted Meadow Flower
a beauty formed
by passing time
the ending delicate
as the beginning
Witnessed By Barn Windows
in the meadow
tide lines
of seeds
Berries Brown And Red
decorating
the landscape
feeding the birds
November Gifts
even as winter’s grey descends
whoops of color
and a glittering flutter
Blushed With Cold
edges
articulated
by frost
Homecoming
every thing
on its way
to becoming one