every disparate part
from the moss to the snow
is needed for the whole
Together
Time’s Allotment
old goldenrod and evergreens
holding the inbetween
of seasons
A Night’s Morning
some evenings fall
like the dawning
of a new day
Winter Illustration
cold highlights
the edge
of everything
Sunshine Splash
water and sunlight
cascading
through the woods
Pergola
rounded
like the mountains
holding us in the valley
In Autumn Light
we begin to see
the definitions
made by absence
Big Pines
in the valley of the Taconics
centuries old pines
are time’s flagstaff
Boardwalk In The Marsh
the walk
itself
is the destination
Sunshine
distilled
in the blue sky
embodied by the leaf
Quiet Restoration
just like the mist
morning rises
on the fallow field
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
All Of Autumn
taking place
in a puddle
on the ground
Trick Or Treating In The Woods
the oak tree
offered
candy corn
A Spell Is Cast
in autumn light
vision extends
into the forever
Making Space
as leaves exit
a slow reveal
of stature and line
The Pieces Of Perfection Converged
this gorgeous afternoon
time itself
glittered
Solitude
oh to be
tucked away in the woods
where only sunshine can find you
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
Autumn
shadows
are gaining ground
but light refuses full retreat
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
Fleeting
as with
the morning fog
summer is dispersing
The Reeds Swear Sovereignty
late summer
wears a crown of wood
nobility of trees