a flurry
of oak leaves
hurries towards winter
Falling Fast
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
Delphinium With Hummingbird
a shared translucence
in petal and wing
delicate, determined things
Contemplation On The Branch
in dappled shade
beneath the whisp-ing clouds
hawkish thoughts
The Veil Lingers
in the softness
of a summer morning
the landscape still dreaming
Heather’s Pink Sunrise
braving night’s darknesses
arriving in the solace
of the pastel light
Tree Of Sweets
like cotton candy
sugar spun
from the morning sun
Circle Theory
connection is all
no beginning, no end
life ever moving on the continuum
Patience
foggy morning
the sundial waits
for the sun
Keepers Of Place
my home is known
to me by trees
those guardians and greeters
Lingering
morning moon
a white balloon
full of dreams
Open Space
the days expand
mid-mornings linger
the feeling grows
that there is time enough
Swarm
like bees in a swarm
the trees industrious
in pollen production
