Each Part Relies On The Other

straight
stands the chimney
in the wobbly roofed structure

The Mountain Whispered Orange

this autumn
is a delicate affair
subtle in her hues

The Painter’s Eye

autumn is an impressionist
embuing everything
with the emotion of light

How Autumn Starts

branches
reintroduce themselves
one tiny flare of red

Forest Farolitos

shimmering
on the forest floor
pine luminaries

The Morning Offered Everything

pink clouds for reassurance
dark clouds for ballast
low lying fog and blue skies ahead

At One Eighty Three

if tranquility
had an entrance
it would be this

No Longer Even A Memory

like the night’s dreams
morning mist disperses
until dissolved