the blessed old barn
storing our histories
of summer
Down The Road
Captured
wishes gather
into orbs
as light holds hope
Flock Of Trillium
in they flew
on angel wings
or so it seems
Green Goblets
waiting to be filled
with the drink of rain
before fully unfurling
Gilding
that applied
gold leaf
The Shadow Lace Of Bare Trees
on the dormant garden’s
bench
Winter In The Wings
of dancing
across the marsh
White Shadow
the storm’s
white shadow lingers
Glinting In The Winter Sun
piles up
everything a-sparkle
Waltz In The Woods
shadow dance
on the rock face
Clarity
as edges and differences
make themselves known
The Light, The Colors, The Change
here
in this leaf
Late Bloom
in counterpoint
to fall’s exuberance
Quickly The Mood Of Each Moment Shifts
light and shadow
chase each other
across the landscape
Autumn In The Meadow
more precious
as darkness nears
While Monarchs Have Departed The Butterfly Bush Blooms On
the nourishment
of beauty
soul food
Morningside
residing
in the shadow play
heron starts his day
Now The Light Slants Towards September
the birdhouse stands empty
the quiet of fall approaches
Morning Meadow
night is banished
now is
light’s time to play
Shade Garden
a beacon
of light
It Was The Thorns
shed
two tiny tears
Simplicity As Palette
is a minimalist
with a grand presentation of form
Ruffles
a little frill
on leaves
The Poet Sunshine
write their own poem
on the book’s pages
Vestiges
nestled between
the snow and log
late fall’s remains
Still Life’s Motion
what holds
the snowflake to the leaf
but hope and faithful buoyancy
Flame
ablaze
with color
tribute to summer
Fall Approaches
as everything changes
keep flowering
as long as you can
One of Many
the shadow reveals
another definition
of self
Proximity
missive
from the future
fall’s imminence
