a syncopation
of changing colors
fall’s visual music
Thunder Sky
the resounding clap
of heat and cold
colliding
Becoming One
the temperature rises
snow becomes fog
the universe dissolves into itself
Fall Approaches
as everything changes
keep flowering
as long as you can
Spinning
the geranium’s
color wheel
spun by cold
Paramours
side by side
the lovely couple
changing with the seasons
How Color Comes
under cloud cover
it hikes across
the landscape
In The Subtle Shift Of Light
the clouds, the leaves, the grasses
all ride
the wind of season’s change
Perspicacity
beneath the veil
spring is greening
the world
Becoming One Another
the icing pond
receiving rain
so many ways to be
Between
dark shadows
mountain’s first snow
last days of fall
Foreshadowing
winter waited
at the edge
of the changing meadow
March Madness
when spring seems
inevitable and impossible
all at once
The Change Space
mysteries of the space
in between the thing
and how it is seen
Flow
oh to be
a leaf in the water
that shapes the rock
Change
the air foretold
of fall’s approach
and meadow rue took note
Guidepost
threatening skies
fast changing world
the full moon reassures
Scattered
positions
like conditions
remain ever changing
Remains
felled for the path
their stature remains
monument to growth and change
Steps to Change
in the woods
the corner waited
to be turned
Metamorphosis
winter’s icy caterpillar
gestates spring’s
tender wings of color
Fluid
in the rush of change
the only way to become oriented
is to surrender to transformation
Portrait of the Pond
patiently she sits
subtly shifting moods
captured but never contained
Conversion
raindrops on snowdrops
and so the seasons change
Resurrection
the ground begins
to make itself
known again
Shatterings
each crack and shattering
revealed new connections
and the permanence of change
Goldenrod in January
gone
are her golden
inflorescences
leaving only loveliness
Turn, Turn, Turn
hydrangea turns
becoming and beaconing
the season’s change
Change
a heaven sent rain
the glorious mud
season change
Subdued
Summer’s days wane
flower’s colors fade.