here at this river bend
the past is behind me, the future in front
and I am centered in the current of now
In The Quietude
The Gilded Season
autumn’s garden palette
favors purple and peach
enhanced by obliquely slanted light
Rise
crows ascend
from the field feeding
only the hungriest linger
Mirth In The Woods
it started as a giggle
and grew into a guffaw
the laughter of this log
Electric Marigolds
a current runs amongst them
each yellow edge
conducting color to the next
Right Behind Us
perched in bare branches
just over his shoulder
is autumn then winter
Dawning
traveling with the morning light
the mountain revealed through the trees
then the pond shrugs off her shawl of pink mist
so tenderly begins this day
Coding
the universe is ordered
with Fibonacci”s sequence
and beauty’s unfurling spiral
Towering
from the vegetable bed
a purple tree arises
king of nutrients
kale be thy name
Beyond A Name
dahlia petals proving
to call them red
is just an attempt
at an indescribable description
The Days Move Fast
chasing the last of summer
through the young woods
the sun’s rays always just out of reach
Open
unfurl yourself
be bold with fragilities
and the compliments of complexities
The Garden Crests
a yellow wave of color
crashes upon
the shore of fall
The World Upside Down
when the ground is where the sky belongs
and you find yourself on the inside looking out
balance, daring and sticky toes will set the world right
The Goings Of September
we wander the waning meadow
stopping to marvel
at every remaining bloom
Hellenium Autumnale
like angels gathered
in their halos of gold
chaperoning the season’s change
Swishing At Flies
nose deep
in sweet grass
the tail comforts
while duty waits
Claimed
stumped by wetlands
once tall trees
now neck to neck with water lily
I Bloom For Butterflies
there is one heart
I wish to make sing
the one with the artfully painted wings
If The Liminal Could Be Seen
palisades shrouded in mist
its sacredness seeps into my bones
and I stand in reverence
Pulmonaria A La Pollock
drips and splatter
that intentional yellow line
nature’s abstract expressionism
Dog Days
lazy boats
only the clouds
are sailing today
The Hollyhock Reserved
the bloom demures from view
what trust and courage it must take
to reveal the source of your enigmatic state
In Exchange
color leaving leaves
to redden berries and set the seeds
the bargain that autumn demands
Late Summer Garden
field grass high and in seed
flower stalks looking for rest
abundance about to tip into decline
this is the story of the passage of time
A Cure
be with
a dahlia bathed in sunlight
and feel your spirit rise
Old School
naked square bales
no plastic marshmallows here
the only white is wildflower bloom
Pause
while in admiration
everything else retreats
and the now is peacefulness beautified
Second Blooms And More
giving again and again
yarrow’s generosity
April through October
Rock Koi Swim
beneath the surface
orange rocks swim like koi
undulating with the current and the wind