The Light, The Colors, The Change

all of autumn
in this leaf

Late Bloom

dahlia’s delicacy
in counterpoint
to fall’s exuberance

Quickly The Mood Of Each Moment Shifts

light and shadow
chase each other
across the landscape

Autumn In The Meadow

the light
more precious
as darkness nears

While Monarchs Have Departed The Butterfly Bush Blooms On

the nourishment
of beauty
soul food

Now The Light Slants Towards September

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

Morning Meadow

night is banished
now is
light’s time to play

Simplicity As Palette

the hosta
is a minimalist
with a grand presentation of form

The Poet Sunshine

the flowers’ shadows
write their own poem
on the book’s pages


nestled between
the snow and log
late fall’s remains

Still Life’s Motion

what holds
the snowflake to the leaf
but hope and faithful buoyancy

Fall Approaches

as everything changes
keep flowering
as long as you can

One of Many

the shadow reveals
another definition
of self

This Humble Paradise

pause and let
time expand into
beauty’s forever unfolding