the sun is found
golden and shining
from the ground
Even Grey Days Have Their Golden Light
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
Lace Maker
the log
dressed up for fall
a collar of frilly fungi
The Happenstance Of Circumstance
this side so lush and green
autumn on the opposite shore
place dictates everything
The Transfer Of Color
trees emptied of leaves
so an autumn sunset
colors the sky
Roads To Winter
in the darkness
and the scarcity
there will also be beauty
In The Sweet
autumn leaves
coated with
honeyed autumn light
Fairies Autumn
mostly fall is raucous color
but at a small enclave near the brook
shy leaves blush hues of pink
Call And Respond
from leaves
to ripples
color echos
Crescendo
if colors could be heard
this maple offers
a triumphant cymbal’s crash
Color Hunting
leaf peepers
big buck
the red, red maple