Standing Ground

the wood’s grain
muscles made strong
by standing

Morning Meadow


night is banished
now is
light’s time to play

Four Of The Eight Spots

the forest warden
wears
orange epaulets

Last Year’s Leaves


while leaving
they reveal the beauty
of their complexities

They Dwell Together


length of birch
layers of brick
swirling of snow

Light In The Leaves


shining like gold
glowing like embers
light is life

Late Meadow


the season’s colors
settling down
to the ground into brown

When The Senses Become One


lamb’s ear
listening
to light

Within


hidden inside
tiny delicate flowers
can’t help but bloom

In Endless Variation And Subtlety


mighty granite
displays so many grays
in the shale of the palisades

Fleeting Forever


kindling beauty
the birch branch pile
nature’s ephemeral immortality