the old barn
is history’s house
home of every season’s work
Buche de Noel
mushroomed and mossed
the forrest’s
confection of perfection
Under The Overpass
nature travels
humble hallowed byways
that always lead home
Time’s Thread
shadow’s long reach
knits together
shorter days
The Plenty
how can I miss the flowers
when every leaf’s in bloom
fall bouquets abound on trees
Birds As Leaves
wintry gust
dismisses the flock
flight like leaves
Gathering
cold gathers
in the tree line
stronger than November sun
Echo
all the departures of fall
echo all the departures in life
a practice of fond farewells
One by One
each leaf
in their own time
glory then the fall
Pumpkin Patch
orange tide
awaits the moon
and frost to call it home
Four Fields
the spirit farmer’s
ephemeral harvest
is autumn light
Saturated
a bluing sky
intensifies
the turning of the trees
Reading the Forested Landscape
October morning
the landscape’s poem
told in color and light
Tender Topography
colors smolder
as light negotiates night
landscape of the soul
Reverie
morning fog
the wide world
is a contemplation
Cloud Moon
to be a moon
in the bright blue sky
a cloud’s dream realized
Readying
grasses softly sing
slumber’s sweet lullaby
of approaching dormant days
Doormen
dahlias at the gate
ushering us into the world
welcoming us home
Inscription
autumn light
etches the edges
of everything into memory
Bedtime
tenderly the day
kissed the sky
goodnight
At The Elegant Edge
outside the spotlight
of sunshine and sparkle
the silhouette of elegance
Wild Ways
intrepid tree
grows in rock
eagle’s fishing spot
On the East Knoll
lambs gentled the landscape
making space for weariness to rest
Heronry
the colony
begins with two
sentinels of progeny
Respite
navigating stillness
by the paddle drip’s song
peace within reach
Near Enough
a great blue
dwarfed by ancients
returning to sacred ground
The Queen’s Snow
flurry
of fluttering lace
in the quiet white light
Dream Land
in the terrain of dreams
every worm and woodpecker hole
is a passageway to the realm beyond
Merger
in the current of cattails
ripples of blossoms
as meadow melds with water
Shine
August sun
the heart of heat
lighting everything from within