winter day
a robin’s egg sky
nests in the trees
Fragile Blue
Winter Is A Queen Of White
everything touched
with her scepter of cold
commanded to dazzle and glisten
To Choose Gratitude
thank you for the first snow
thank you for shelter from the cold
thank you for the few remaining leaves
thank you for the company of trees
Making Sense
amidst inversion and reflection
trees and leaves
still perceived
Sunset Cinder
we savor the day’s embers
as November night
shutters the afternoon
Settling On, Settling In
the river still runs
but the cold has dug
its fingers in the ground
So Many Goodbyes
to the leaves, colors and blossoms
a tender farewell to each
until we meet again
Conversation Wanders
our feet
in the leaves
do all the talking now
Wistful Windows
I see a longing
in the barns’ window eyes
unsure if it is theirs or mine
The Old Orchard
abiding change
resolute in bearing fruit
apples in community
Isle
I send my dreams
away to play on the island
in the bay
Falling Fast
a flurry
of oak leaves
hurries towards winter
Forest Bones
time’s skeleton
the sun bleached bones
of prodigious trees
Autumn’s Wealth
the light
now gilds
most everything
Woodland Tapestry
all the movement
and colors of fall
woven into this moment
Moving On
as the wind whisks away
leaves and clouds
new intimacies of the landscape divulged
Gathering And Traveling
ascending the ridge
a clustering of geese
search for their formation
leaders emerge
vying for the point position
of their traveling “v”
Change
life and time
always on the move
let us be their gracious guests
Revealing All The Tiny Details Of Connection
the space that grows
between each leaf
coaxes sight into insight
One Step, Then Another
the last step taken
on this journey
is the first step of the next
Above Below
the sky and the river
together holding
onto the clouds
Open To Change
there goes autumn
passing by
the back door
Come Sit
watch the slant of light
tilt us
towards autumn
Small White Goat
having cleared the field
of thistle and thorn
a full belly-ed rest
Temple
spires of the old tree
the mossy sacred stump
holy ground
Mist Rise On The Meadow
the curtain rises
on the play
of another summer day
Wait Together
fog has made
the world small
but still big enough
The Elements Assistance
lean upon
the dependability
of day
Morning Sun
orb of light
fairy godmother of
mysteries and miracles
Swept Clear
this fast moving sky
whisked away
all worries