springing forth
in the darkening woods
each blade a splash of light
The Waterfall Late November
part frozen
part motion
perfection
Hot Spot
a maple ember
burning bright
on a freezing morn
Atop The Rock
alone
while together
with everything
Night Tide
waves of clouds
crashed
on the shore of time
When Being Empty Is Being Whole
the light and fluff
dispersed
a meadow star remains
Graceful Exit
in leaving
the leaving of self
behind
Mere Seconds
be still
to discover how quickly
things change
Milkweed Meteorite
the flight
well worth
ablation and impact
Gentle Mountains
rounded shoulders
of time
guide the river
Ascension
sedum climbs
stone steps
footprints of pink and green
Frosting
these leaves
sugared
with cold
Gorgeous Conclusion
the flourish
of the finishing
day
Our Voices Carried
cutting through the fog
sparkling with dew
we connect
Cousins
like the cabbage rose
so blooms
the wood rose
More Precious Than Money
we pile up
our quartered logs
to see us through
Clarity
everything intensified
as edges and differences
make themselves known
Wearing Rings Like Saturn
from the forest floor
emerges
another universe
Apple Tree Offering
her limb
heavy with ripeness
presenting gifts
The Wondrous Wind
transforming
leaves into light
before winter’s good night
