mamas miss their fawns

when distracted drivers don’t–

wheeling thru the wilds

–photo by me

Nature often paints

acrylic landscapes beneath

watercolor skies

–Photo by me

the overnight fog

lifts without looking and gets

hung up in the trees

–photo by me

the leaves are falling

trees will soon show their bare limbs

they begin to blush

–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