Standing Ground

the wood’s grain
muscles made strong
by standing

Aging

time reveals
the structures behind
suppleness

Frosting

these leaves
sugared
with cold

Morning Meadow

night is banished
now is
light’s time to play

Four Of The Eight Spots

the forest warden
wears
orange epaulets

Main Line

falling
down the leaf
to the root of things

Last Year’s Leaves

while leaving
they reveal the beauty
of their complexities

Apparition

the ghost
of hosta’s
past

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

What Leaving Leaves

behind
the missing spot
lies tomorrow

Late Meadow

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

When The Senses Become One

lamb’s ear
listening
to light

Topography

here it is recorded
every nuance
of each day

Within

hidden inside
tiny delicate flowers
can’t help but bloom

Leaf Life

sculpture on ice
bas relief
of a leaf’s life

In Endless Variation And Subtlety

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

Plant’s Paw

the big
green footprint
of spring

Cartography

mapping
the diminutive
continent of moss

Fleeting Forever

kindling beauty
the birch branch pile
nature’s ephemeral immortality