
on one leg,
the sneaking heron
eyes the water

on one leg,
the sneaking heron
eyes the water


a tulip poplar
stands beside the lake
in the warm sun

two geese feed
around a bench long
vacated


lakeshore ducks
with heads turtle-tucked
against autumn winds

a rustic shack
sits upon the hillside;
the glade, its porch

autumn’s dry grass
looks so brittle, but
waves gracefully

sunset flares;
& looks like a fire
on the horizon

