to the leaves, colors and blossoms
a tender farewell to each
until we meet again
So Many Goodbyes
Lit From Within
in the last days
brighter and more precise
than in all the previous living
Conversation Wanders
our feet
in the leaves
do all the talking now
From The Past The Future
shadow of the hollyhock’s
gift wrapped seeds
ghost of summer, prophet of spring
Wistful Windows
I see a longing
in the barns’ window eyes
unsure if it is theirs or mine
Bedazzling Bark
extraordinary
in the ordinary
a thing being itself
The Old Orchard
abiding change
resolute in bearing fruit
apples in community
The Entry Is The Horn
the stairs
a cornucopia
abundance on Beacon Hill
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