seed pods and sugar houses
share the same wish
love, love, love
Hearts Abound
Crescendo
if colors could be heard
this maple offers
a triumphant cymbal’s crash
The Hurried Hush
autumn days quicken
keeping pace with the meadow’s
movements of light and color
Respite
the worn bloom
finds shade and support
on the rock wall
in the bud yet to flower
Color Hunting
leaf peepers
big buck
the red, red maple
Pumpkin Tracks
a gathering of gourds and pumpkins
like patrons at the train depot
awaiting their ride through autumn
Stillness Inside The Current
rock beneath the waterfall
witness to every nuance in the weather
barometer of time
My Purple Satellite
circling the the garden
receiving sun
sending color
Steel Steed
forever galloping
through the seasons
of the meadow
The Raspberry King
running wild
conquering the garden outskirts
claiming territory as your own
Skedaddle
back to the deep woods
as the sun rises
bug hunter hunted
The Aubergines Progression
the blossom
the bud and beginning
develop into a full fruited becoming
In The Quietude
here at this river bend
the past is behind me, the future in front
and I am centered in the current of now
The Gilded Season
autumn’s garden palette
favors purple and peach
enhanced by obliquely slanted light
Rise
crows ascend
from the field feeding
only the hungriest linger
Mirth In The Woods
it started as a giggle
and grew into a guffaw
the laughter of this log
Electric Marigolds
a current runs amongst them
each yellow edge
conducting color to the next
Right Behind Us
perched in bare branches
just over his shoulder
is autumn then winter
Dawning
traveling with the morning light
the mountain revealed through the trees
then the pond shrugs off her shawl of pink mist
so tenderly begins this day
Towering
from the vegetable bed
a purple tree arises
king of nutrients
kale be thy name
The Days Move Fast
chasing the last of summer
through the young woods
the sun’s rays always just out of reach
Open
unfurl yourself
be bold with fragilities
and the compliments of complexities
The Garden Crests
a yellow wave of color
crashes upon
the shore of fall
The World Upside Down
when the ground is where the sky belongs
and you find yourself on the inside looking out
balance, daring and sticky toes will set the world right
The Goings Of September
we wander the waning meadow
stopping to marvel
at every remaining bloom
Hellenium Autumnale
like angels gathered
in their halos of gold
chaperoning the season’s change
Swishing At Flies
nose deep
in sweet grass
the tail comforts
while duty waits
Claimed
stumped by wetlands
once tall trees
now neck to neck with water lily
I Bloom For Butterflies
there is one heart
I wish to make sing
the one with the artfully painted wings
If The Liminal Could Be Seen
palisades shrouded in mist
its sacredness seeps into my bones
and I stand in reverence