an enduring
divinity of
light and color
Burning Bush
Concentration Of Red Maple
color that pulses
my heart beats
in sync
Whispers Of Adieu
new slant of light
the colors start
as summer slips away
Time Is A Painter
between the blues
of sky and water
autumn commences coloring
In The Presence Of Departures
as leaves are leaving
the tree’s structure emerges
written in colors
a poetry of absence
Never Lonely
two by two
horses and ponies
exponential companionship
The Happenstance Of Circumstance
this side so lush and green
autumn on the opposite shore
place dictates everything
In The Sweet
autumn leaves
coated with
honeyed autumn light
Fairies Autumn
mostly fall is raucous color
but at a small enclave near the brook
shy leaves blush hues of pink
Crescendo
if colors could be heard
this maple offers
a triumphant cymbal’s crash
The Hurried Hush
autumn days quicken
keeping pace with the meadow’s
movements of light and color
In Exchange
color leaving leaves
to redden berries and set the seeds
the bargain that autumn demands
Fall Bids Us To
wake up and embrace
the glorious beauty
of every fleeting moment
Becoming
in saying goodbye
the leaf became
a butterfly
The Dance
wanting each moment
to last forever
impatient for what is next
Like Honey
luminous autumn light
sticks to every
leaf and twig
That Old Master
autumn light
painting memories
on the landscape
Competition
not to be outdone
by outside
the houseplant’s leaf
Thoughts Of Winter
gather
at the edge of the woods
beneath the willow tree
Unexpected Snow
trees still wearing
their autumn colors
put on a shawl of white
The Maple
heralding
the season change
a deepening of golds to red
Autumn Palette
weather spins
the color wheel
to unending appeal
Snail’s Pace
gorgeous October days
ever so slowly
we tuck the garden in
Rhythm Of The Seasons
a syncopation
of changing colors
fall’s visual music
Magnificence
I gloried
in the maple
taking her color as my strength
The Princess Tree
voluminous pink
in every shade and hue
adorned her
Feeling Time Pass By In The Breeze
the gilded woods
a golden day
if only it could stay
End Of Season
the swimming hole
so cold now
only water frolics
The Birch Glittering
like being lifted
into heaven
living in so much beauty
The Dear Nearness Of The Wilderness
miles of mountains
populated only by trees
as it should be