a flurry
of oak leaves
hurries towards winter
Falling Fast
Forest Bones
time’s skeleton
the sun bleached bones
of prodigious trees
Oak Leaves And Seaweed
riding the breath
of the ocean
home
Autumn’s Wealth
the light
now gilds
most everything
Gathered In Worship
every leaf a prayer
at the steeple
of the felled tree
Woodland Tapestry
all the movement
and colors of fall
woven into this moment
Blooming Accolade
a flowering crown
honoring the colors
the leaves have left behind
Chiaroscuro
the landscape exhales
as color and light
crack open the darkness
The Spirit Moves
between shimmer and shine
the transcendental curve
of the heron
A Tailored Day
below pinking-shear leaves
the wind zippering
across the water’s surface
A Glimmering Caught My Eye
the shimmer
in the shadows
reveals a tiny green rocket
Autumn Light Elucidated
red maple
leaves blazing
lightening in their veins
Temple
spires of the old tree
the mossy sacred stump
holy ground
A Fountain Of Leaves
the planted planter
a growing statuary
cascading green
Breakfast For Dinner
forest breakfast nook
pancakes sprouted
by the maple tree
Swept Clear
this fast moving sky
whisked away
all worries
Dependability
steady goes
petunia
stalwart in her blooms
Head Turner
columbine
in profile
no bad side
Fluidity
hosta leaves
embody water’s
waves and current
Azalea In Spring
spring’s verdant touch
awakens the valley
so many beginnings
the universe unfolding
Always With A Flourish
nothing
is ever too old
for the delight of ruffles
Right Angles
nature
the master
mathematician
Rooted Aspirations
like many tiny wings
the fluttering of a flock of leaves
do trees fly in their dreams?
Green Refuge In A Houseplant
petals or leaves
self or shadow
beauty is beauty
Seeking Touch
leaning out
the tree uproots
to reach across the river
River Art
a reflection
of the fluttering
leaves
Frond
a ray of light reached into the kitchen
highlighting every detail
of your design
Commence
in the warmth
of a February sun
poppies have begun
Winter Encaustic
fixed by cold
and held by ice
summer and autumn’s pigments
They Stay
leaves devoted to their branch
despite the wind and wilt
it must be love that keeps them there