Time’s Allotment

old goldenrod and evergreens
holding the inbetween
of seasons

In Autumn Light

we begin to see
the definitions
made by absence

Boardwalk In The Marsh

the walk
itself
is the destination

Heavy Rain Finds Her Wings

when the slush
begins to float
autumn’s door is closing

A Spell Is Cast

in autumn light
vision extends
into the forever

The Leaving Season

late autumn
time rushes by
like leaves on the wind

The Mountain Whispered Orange

this autumn
is a delicate affair
subtle in her hues