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

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




yellow petals
warm those who walk
the scrublands

dried fluff
catches amber rays
and glows
