
the leaves are falling
trees will soon show their bare limbs
they begin to blush
–photo by me

the leaves are falling
trees will soon show their bare limbs
they begin to blush
–photo by me

a perfect flower
is the summation of all
its imperfections
–photo by me

the path to the pines
is the yellow brick road to
emerald city
–photo by me

a partridge plays dead–
his act, dead on, but his eyes,
a dead giveaway
–photo by me

harmless, homeless hordes
of dandelion squatters
trespass the mown lawn
–photo by me

a raven twists and
turns before the setting sun–
nature’s rorschach test
–photo by me

the four elements
meet up once again and pose
for a group photo
–photo by me

a young bald eagle
neither eaglet nor adult
mad at the whole world
–photo by me

the freezing river
spray paints its delicate shores
in cool, soothing blues
–photo by me

with new storm windows
on our lakes, their white shutters
will soon be closing
–photo by me