at night
ice made anew
from yesterday’s melt
Winter Reconstituted
Run Off
making a get away
snow melt
merges with the meadow
As Winter Wanes
with memory
I overlay the landscape
with verdant pulsing greens
Homecoming
every thing
on its way
to becoming one
Whispers Of Adieu
new slant of light
the colors start
as summer slips away
Flower Farm
giving, giving, giving
until taken
by the hard frost
Bear’s Binoculars
dropped
at the sighting
of this winter’s den
A Melting Stand
in the cold curve
of the river
ice draws a line
between seasons
Caretakers
wise ones
these three birch
overseeing season’s change
March Mixer
raindrops in snow
atop the mulching leaves
entwined with the tenacity of grass
Two Trees Crossed Like Skis
that secret place
we found
where winter welcomes spring
March Teases Us With Spring
one day hinting at spring
then overnight
delivering more winter
The Approach
off in the distance
winter is a train loaded with cold
closing the miles between us
So Many Goodbyes
to the leaves, colors and blossoms
a tender farewell to each
until we meet again
Falling Fast
a flurry
of oak leaves
hurries towards winter
Oh The Magnolia
red lipstick berries
in polka dot husks
farewell with a flourish
Open To Change
there goes autumn
passing by
the back door
Come Sit
watch the slant of light
tilt us
towards autumn
Preparation For Fall
meadow, mountains, sky
intensify their colors
as shadows grow deeper
White Bugle
it’s taps for summer
as blooms sound
the approach of fall
Right Behind Us
perched in bare branches
just over his shoulder
is autumn then winter
The Days Move Fast
chasing the last of summer
through the young woods
the sun’s rays always just out of reach
Hellenium Autumnale
like angels gathered
in their halos of gold
chaperoning the season’s change
Step Through
the archway a threshold
suspending the invisible veil
between winter and spring
Ebb Tide In The Meadow
color and light slowly recede
part of the insistent
if distant pull of winter
First Hint Of Fall
a quick kiss
by the cool breeze
on the landscape’s cheek
august August
the sky
and the garden
moving towards fall
Petunia In November
turning her face
away from the cold
to shine just one more day
Heavy Rain Finds Her Wings
when the slush
begins to float
autumn’s door is closing
The Leaving Season
late autumn
time rushes by
like leaves on the wind