
the pine forest
catches the low autumn sun,
and i think, pennies.

the pine forest
catches the low autumn sun,
and i think, pennies.






thin canopy woods.
light hits the grassy ground
and it glows green



the sun rises
over the river,
worlds collide

before opening,
a crow takes a table,
and demands service

a rotten log grows
a vibrant mushroom cluster —
soon to rot, itself

when Fall leaves are green
and pale yellow, i get
citrus autumn mind

autumn afternoon
sun catches one hillside;
the other is shy

autumn afternoon
sun catches one hillside;
the other is shy