
rushing waters
empty into a basin
and are still

rushing waters
empty into a basin
and are still


trees are bare,
and the grass is brown -
graveyard winter

through the tree gap
cold mountains glow warm
in the setting sun

green to burnt orange,
one tree holds the range of hues -
sometimes in one leaf


leaves swirl & tumble
through the cemetery-
danced to life

in dry autumn air
seed pods split wide,
awaiting a breeze


