Last Year’s Leaves

while leaving
they reveal the beauty
of their complexities

Waiting

raindrops
holding on
to this moment

We Are Like

raindrops
in a puddle
essentially, eventually one

Birch Bark Mushroom

decomposition
a transition of
sustenance to self

Vestiges

nestled between
the snow and log
late fall’s remains

Letting The Light In

through vulnerabilities
we meet each other
and find ourselves

The Space That Snowflakes Make

in the falling silence
the space to release worries
and find peace