
no beginning or end
to the circular cycles
of nature and time
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Red cap matching cranberries
the stealth woodpecker
taps out his morse code.
leaves his whiskers behind
when he runs through the woods
chasing moonbeams and sunshine.
Only a tiny ember
of fall’s glorious fireworks
remains in the landscape.
Granite grows a rose
with lichen petals and lichen leaves.
the sun will unveil
today’s mystery and magic.
slow down a little, enjoy the scenery.
The marsh is marvelous this time of year.
But he paddled furiously on
determined to miss every enjoyment in his path.
Fall pulls the color
from Susan’s petals
Late afternoon
the youngest ones
slumber on soft grass
seed masquerades as fruit
seducing birds
a wily plant’s propagation plan.
The bog reclaims the brambles
to feed the fern and bulbs.
When the right breeze blows
seeds will travel to their new homes.
A grand design determines time and place.
Walk the soft path
in the cool water.
It is purpose enough.
The red spire rises.
Nature’s Olympic flame of summer
will burn bright for the duration.