growing up, autumn was a season of flaming maples…the area where I live now is populated by conifers so change shows up differently . . . in rusty grasses, late wildflowers, low angles of light. As winter draws close, colour and sound soften to a hush.
autumn sky
a wash of blue berries
on the juniper
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wormhole
transporting us to Narnia
the first snowfall
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autumn forage
among dark rocks a sheen
of salamander
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mid-autumn —
soup to warm my hands
a candle for my soul
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twilight moon
a strand of geese
passes Venus
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tomato sandwiches. . .
a month of fruit
and finches
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northern summer
a leopard frog climbs
the viper’s bugloss
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high octane days
the flutter of wings and
sweet nectar
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summer heat
my mind a jungle
of sunflowers
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cloud cover —
through the stifling air
a tendril spirals
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