a chorus of colors resound
orange echos as pink while
the lemon yellow high note lingers
The Day Ends In Hallelujah
Seamlessness
around the edges of the morning
the fog reminiscences
with last night
The River High
big rain
trees up to their knees in water
the river hungry for land
Another Gift
the day ended
by opening
into color and light
The Waterfall In Winter
some of you
never make the full descent
balanced instead on a high wire of cold
Standing In The Heart Of The Meadow
holding space and memories
of the orchard
from long ago
The Art On Nature’s Walls
an island of forest flotsam
accumulating mass with cold
the tree its picture frame
So Many Workers Of Joy
we come upon
the elves hat rack
Santa’s workshop must be near
Sanctuary
little church stands between
the old route road and the big woods
with a faith of clapboard and a peace of stained glass
Even Grey Days Have Their Golden Light
the sun is found
golden and shining
from the ground
Vigil
candles in the woods
the community of birch
stand by their fallen
Night Fire
we warm ourselves
on the embers
of the day
Three Lines
the snow, the mist, the clouds
past, present, future
the weather writes a tercet
Like A Goddess
bestowing sweetness
with grace
delicacy belies her strength
Considering The Opposite Shore
the reflection an inversion
or perhaps
the clearer reality
Wild Tundra
roam freely
between the wild
and tamed places
A Litle Help From A Friend
the dear crabapple
lifting up the grey clouds
to let a little light in
In The Sunshine
beneath clouds and blue sky
together and yet singular in purpose
room for everything
First Course
ginko’s fallen leaves
salted with snow
fine dining for deer
The Rocks Discern
remains of the dark night’s flurry
a suggestion of
all that occurs unseen
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Forever Reimbursing
the great outdoors
devoted to the enterprise of
feeding the earth for what comes next
The Karat And Color Of Birch
gold-beaten by the wind
birch leaves
gild the landscape
The Night Sky Is A Closet
the crescent moon
a hanger where
I drape my daydreams
Trunks Of Knowledge
where the birch are gathered
they talk amongst themselves
sharing the wisdom of their society
Good Luck Found
at the end of autumn’s rainbow
the forest filled
with gold
Lifting The Curtain
a teasing start to the day
with the fog and the sun’s
slow reveal of the horizon
Evergreens
as colors wane
the pines step forward
offering their constant camaraderie
The Fading
the meadow so recently
buzzing and bustling
now nearly a still life
In The Presence Of Departures
as leaves are leaving
the tree’s structure emerges
written in colors
a poetry of absence
Never Lonely
two by two
horses and ponies
exponential companionship