wind and rain
have rinsed my world
autumn’s palette now returned
Counterclockwise The Weather Turns
The Feast Tree
birds of every variation
come, come
and feast in the sun
Keeping Watch
turned towards
the north and south
eyes keen for change
To Be Like Rain
droplets
hang on
like hope
Concentration
a potent joy
in the brightness
of crabapples
Clustered
crabapple
congregants
commune
The Sweetened World
everything
generously frosted
in white delight
More Than Plenty
abundance
so great
we see nothing else
Pulse
apples and reeds
winter’s red
heartbeat
When The Skies Open Up
red
dew drops
of crabapple rain
Happen By
colors sang
old songs of joy
for all who happened by
Scalloped Edge of Time
hearts on the mill stone
waiting to be used
Inspiration
amidst bare branches
last year’s crabapples
inspiration for spring blooms
Acceptance
calm can be found
even inside the storm
Appreciation
steadfast as bricks
the crabapples
offer color
In The Rain
shorter days
sweeten
the crabapples