The Pieces Of Perfection Converged

this gorgeous afternoon
time itself
glittered

The Leaving Season

late autumn
time rushes by
like leaves on the wind

The Mountain Whispered Orange

this autumn
is a delicate affair
subtle in her hues

In The Valley Of The Lily

everything extending
the last of their essence
veritas of beauty

The Garden Dreamt An Ocean

shoal
of red octopi
floating in the rosebush

Lurker

there’s Joe-Pye weed
peeking
in the window

Green Goblets

waiting to be filled
with the drink of rain
before fully unfurling