
sometimes placid as
a lake; sometimes churning
like the ocean.

sometimes placid as
a lake; sometimes churning
like the ocean.

goldenrod field,
now subdued, will soon blaze
in the morning sun.

wildflowers
own the glade
for a few days.

in commonplace grass:
a hidden delicacy
for tiny birds.

the air is crisp,
the grass is green:
autumn begins.

for any deer pair,
there’s one cautious,
& one obstinate.


the first cattail heads
have erupted in fluff:
autumn in progress.

the morning sun
shines through the canopy.
understory: dungeon.

early autumn morn:
fog forms over the river
‘cause the water ‘s “warm.”