The Yard In Autumn

leaves and light
rest
on the lawn

Autumn In The Meadow

the light
more precious
as darkness nears

Savoring The Sunshine


summer has not yet
opened the gate
to fall

The Cup Runneth Over


a carpet of sunshine
unfurls
beneath the azure sky

Queen Anne and Goldenrod

the meadow
arranges
a fall display

Now The Light Slants Towards September

shadows grow longer
the birdhouse stands empty
the quiet of fall approaches

The Way


gentle path
through the flowering field
the road to happy destiny

Dreamland

our misty world was soft
and we were free
together

In The Dooryard Of The Birdhouse

the world
bloomed around us
it was enough just to be

Morning Meadow


night is banished
now is
light’s time to play

Cows In The Pasture

however far away
place holders
for a summer’s day

Morning Sun


light bright enough
to rouse
all sleeping seeds

Landscape Tapestry


time’s shuttle
weaving
branches, reeds, weeds

Indecision


last night’s rain
returned us to November
and snow begins again

Goldenrod Gone By


in the cold
old blooms
imitate snow