berry sparkle
morning mist
vision’s feast
Enchantment
the pink forest
beckons
magic is afoot
Within
the single leaf
contains all of fall’s
colors and transitions
Divesting
the landscape disrobes
and through thinning color
the mountain emerges
Color Divulged
morning fog rolls out
revealing the days
new colors
Challenge
competitive dahlia
challenges fall’s colors
with her October bloom and bud
Hedgerow
Fall must climb
a fence of color
to steal away summer
Leaving Leaves
trees undress
and launder the land
with color
Ornate
autumn’s
decorative art
filigree leaves
Morning Mountains
thin November air
diluting colors
amplifying absences
Claim
Fall forges the river
and stakes her claim with color
In The Rain
shorter days
sweeten
the crabapples
Deep Shadows
river rocks
wear fall’s colors
White Mums
a blizzard of blooms
before the first flakes fall
Echo
subtle hydrangea
softly echos
the colors of fall
Arriving Color
autumn wears
a corsage of
changing colors
Unexpected Blooms
Miracles occur
through the course
of ordinary things.
Beacon
The sunflower is autumn’s lighthouse
guiding the way through fall.
Destination
Through the dried grass
the wooden path
leads to winter.
Encouragement
last year’s pinecone
inspires this year’s seedling.
Remains
Only a tiny ember
of fall’s glorious fireworks
remains in the landscape.
Ordinary Splendor
In the heart of autumn
the mighty oak, humble and true,
presents the rich variety of shades of brown.
Parting Days
there is still enough warmth in the sun
to want to rock on the porch a bit
Connection
The bench by the pond
my meeting place with God.
Holy Leaf
in its missing parts
resides another part of its magnificence.
Parting Gift
The last gift the cornfield gives
is its whispering song
on the winds of fall.
Beguiled
In the moonlight
the shadow of summer’s ghost
passes by the pumpkin.
Leaves Surrender
the first surrender is to color
the second is to be untethered by the wind
and the final surrender is to perish in form and replenish the earth
Possibilities
The still green meadow
holds out the possibility
of an Indian Summer.
Mum
the garden’s secret keeper.
