
pine scent hits the nose
before i see the trees
and copper carpet

pine scent hits the nose
before i see the trees
and copper carpet

autumn moon
rises over the city
before night arrives

the water is still,
and nothing is heard but
bird call & reply


brisk graveyard day -
fall hues and cloudless blue
warm lost souls

against blank gray
a bare tree branches
to defy fog’s screen



a crimson tree
stands out against pines
and azure skies

the fire climbs,
changes shape, and fades
until black remains