
the cave columns
grow by drips - one particle
at a time

the cave columns
grow by drips - one particle
at a time

The fallen leaves
of a sheltered tree
form a shadow
made of yellow,
a pointillist shadow
painted yellow,
‘til the wind blows
angled and low
to send that shadow
on its way -
or ‘til the leaves
turn brown and crisp…
whichever comes first.

in autumn,
sunlight pierces the depths
of the forest

the evergreen’s
time to shine: when the last
leaf has fallen

wild grape on a wall
is a multi-clawed monster…
in my mind

leaves are falling
throughout the city, &
someone sweeps them up

foggy Fall morning:
one bank is clear, one hazy —
both of one river

in the mountainside,
there’s a tiny cave entrance:
a perilous climb

the blue sky
reflects upon the river,
and they are one

foggy Autumn day.
wet leaves flutter downward,
in surrender