
across the lake
the pines stand straight
as hairs on end

across the lake
the pines stand straight
as hairs on end

trees stripped bare -
the walker, once hidden,
is exposed to sky

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