in the final days intensified
more precise somehow
while leaving
Dissolving Into The Next Dimension
Daydreams
the world
is muted and precise
all at once
There Is A Time In November
when right now
comes precisely
into focus
Passing Beauty
rhubarb wanes
beautiful passing
precision of fragility
In the Nature of Farming
precision
of the cornfield abuts
the rambunctious fence line
The Black and White of Mountain Snow
winter lays bare
the precise location
of each passing moment