fear not
the near darkness
be warmed by the light
Choose
Contained
inhabiting an oak leaf
all the colors and changes
of autumn
Stegosaurus
front yard dinosaur
mushroom scutes
on the old oak
Protection
barrier to cold
a bowl to hold the sun
oak leaves holding on to green
Stillness
the lichen
and the leaves
find their autumnal repose
Winter’s Design
mosaic of ice
the ground’s
beauty enshrined
Embraced
cradled by oak leaves
the birch branch begins
her return to earth
The Season’s Joie De Vivre
rising to the surface
that particular effervescence
of spring
When The Wind Blows
all the voices
of the leaves
rise in winter’s hymn
The Space That Absence Holds
it is
the place
where love remains
Proclaimed
wear
the blemish and scar
as beauty marks
Trick Or Treating In The Woods
the oak tree
offered
candy corn
Early Departure
each hole
a doorway where
life passes through
This From That
from the fallen oak
grew
a moss mountain
Oak And Heuchera Juxtaposed
rain revealed
a still purple leaf
preserved by cold
This December’s Interval
rock, leaf, ice, snow
elements and artifacts
underfoot
The Other Word For Courage
may your hope
be as sturdy
as the oak
Return
the old metal door
and last year’s oak leaf
returning to the elements
Resolve
barely
weathered by winter
the enduring oak
Caress
finger of snow
tracing every
branch and leaf
Lesson In A Leaf
life asks
that we give away
little parts of ourselves
Warm Memory To Store For Winter
a Saturday landscape
the playful breeze
and laughing leaves
Gold Leaf
temporary thaw reveals
winter’s gilding
of last year’s oak
Snow Bird
on oak
leafed wings
snow bird flew
Eventually
what separates us
will shatter or melt
if we stay with love
Oblation
in the oak leaf’s golden goblet
diamond dust and light
an offering to the gods of winter
Taciturn Sky
a rustle of leaves
the sleeting snow
single digits
dip below
Dance Again
early winter thaw
snow releasing its embrace
soon the freed the oak leaf
can dance with the wind
once again
Proper Attire
oak leaves
dress for winter
in snowy shawls of white
Delphinium on Oak
summer echoes
in the single bud
fallen from the vase