Soft Saunter Of Colors

late summer
climbed the hill
making way for autumn

Ordinary Hero

summer stalwart
holding up the sky
fending off fall

At the Top of the Rise

first bale
makes the road
for all others

In The Pause

winter’s blanket thrown off
everything simmers
not quite ready to rise

Eventually

snow tiger-ed hill
eventually will
change her stripes to green

Herd on the Hill

the gentle slope
the tender grass
sweet lazy grazing