the leaves give a lingering goodbye
small parts already departed
their absence a bittersweet embellishment
In The Presence Of Departures
as leaves are leaving
the tree’s structure emerges
written in colors
a poetry of absence
Combinations
this morning held everything
each possible
presence and absence
The Missing Windowpane
if handled very tenderly
absence can sometimes make a space
for sweetness to enter
Lonely For Spring
the wind
still has no leaves
to speak with
The Space That Absence Holds
it is
the place
where love remains
In Autumn Light
we begin to see
the definitions
made by absence
In Absence Presence
away and yet
with everything
a link in divinity’s chain