slow down a little, enjoy the scenery.
The marsh is marvelous this time of year.
But he paddled furiously on
determined to miss every enjoyment in his path.
Encounter
Coming upon the cairn in the woods
I knew we were still traveling together.
I added one stone for the two of us
and saw the face of a wise, knowing owl.
Stories
Like the grain in wood
the grain of decay in the fern frond
tells the exquisite story of its life.
Parting Days
there is still enough warmth in the sun
to want to rock on the porch a bit
Slumber
Seeds rest in husk beds
dreaming
of their spring morning.
Visual Feast
My eyes devour
tart cranberries in blueberry blue sky.
Nature’s banquet always satiates my hunger for beauty.
Connection
The bench by the pond
my meeting place with God.
Holy Leaf
in its missing parts
resides another part of its magnificence.
Fallen
There is no failure in falling.
While the descent may be hard
repose eventually softens all difficulty.
This is the grace of transformation.
Learning Tree
the elder trees encourage
the young sapling to
show its joy in color
Morning Comes
no matter
how dark
the night.
Shadow Lands
light and dark
waltz across
the hilltops
Repossession
The woods reclaim the old barn
returning her lumber to the earth.
Parting Gift
The last gift the cornfield gives
is its whispering song
on the winds of fall.
Beguiled
In the moonlight
the shadow of summer’s ghost
passes by the pumpkin.
Leaves Surrender
the first surrender is to color
the second is to be untethered by the wind
and the final surrender is to perish in form and replenish the earth
Possibilities
The still green meadow
holds out the possibility
of an Indian Summer.
Provisions
Winter can bring
whatever it must
the woodshed is full.
Quilted Sky
Tucked under a blanket of clouds
the river valley rests.
Mum
the garden’s secret keeper.
Deer Place
Bare birch
rise like antlers
on the mountain head.
Goodbye My Dear Friend
He goes free of the earth.
The sun of his last day sets
clear in the sweetness of his liberty.
The earth recovers from his dying,
the hallow of his life remaining
in all his death leaves.
Radiances know him. Grown lighter
than breath, he is set free
in our remembering. Grown brighter
than vision, he goes dark
into the life of the hill
that holds his peace.
He’s hidden among all that is,
and cannot be lost.
Wendell Berry
Spirit in Clouds
During dark days
if I remember to look up
I can see your magnificence
shining on me.
Nature’s Classroom
Fall illustrates
with astounding beauty and inevitable departures
the lesson of impermanence.
Goddess Trees
The trinity of birch
renewal, determination, protection
comprise a sacred ladder to the heavens.
Slender Thread
We are tied to this earth
with a thread more slender and fragile
than the stem of a birch leaf in autumn.
Entirety
rain drops into the pond
ripples merge
into the whole.
Turning
The change is upon us.
Daybreak
Blushing at her tardiness
autumn dawn makes her arrival
a bit later each day.
Our Two Chairs
Let us take our willow seats
and savor a few more garden moments with the geraniums
before the the frost comes and sends us all inside.