autumn sets her table
for woodland creatures
with delicious decorations
Berry Beautiful
Needles, Leaves, Reeds
the wind weaves
a tapestry
of elements and time
Those Polka Dots
the leaves give a lingering goodbye
small parts already departed
their absence a bittersweet embellishment
Buddha And The Squirrel
faith
cemented into
place
Good Luck Found
at the end of autumn’s rainbow
the forest filled
with gold
Evergreens
as colors wane
the pines step forward
offering their constant camaraderie
The Transfer Of Color
trees emptied of leaves
so an autumn sunset
colors the sky
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
Call And Respond
from leaves
to ripples
color echos
Crescendo
if colors could be heard
this maple offers
a triumphant cymbal’s crash
Color Hunting
leaf peepers
big buck
the red, red maple
Open
unfurl yourself
be bold with fragilities
and the compliments of complexities
Dog Days
lazy boats
only the clouds
are sailing today
In Exchange
color leaving leaves
to redden berries and set the seeds
the bargain that autumn demands
Pause
while in admiration
everything else retreats
and the now is peacefulness beautified
Brass Echo
early turning
some azalea leaves browning
the watering can echos below
Magnifying Glasses
every drop
a new opportunity
to see more
Basking
washed with heat
colors cleaned
spirit revived
Grace
the peony
bowed by the rains
dignity exemplified
Promise
a preview of pink
before petals can
even imagine individuation
Welcomed In
the perfume
called me close
into the sweet community
Iris Leaves And Columbine
even perennials know
there is no such thing
as forever
Details
fine lines and symmetry
the extraordinary
hosta leaf
Bulbs And Cords
the seasons ever adjacent
tulips a banner of colors
brightening the wood pile
Summoning The Power To Bloom
an untold number
of miracles
must converge
Work
to bee
unobtrusive
in the beauty
Verdant Faith
leaves clasped
like hands in prayer
plants in praise of spring
The Daring Of Dreams
such grey April skies
some trees barely dare
to dream of leaves
They Make The Sunshine
let the flowers
light
the way