a trove

a trove of bright gold
glitters in the deep cloud bank . . .
sunbeams break and run

first autumn rains

white sun shows its face
after the first autumn rains . . .
shining rivulets

slowly drifting

I watched her smooth glide
under the cloudy fall sky
and, slowly drifting . . .

bears love

bears love their honey
but bears are omniverous . . .
bears love to eat bees

her job

yellow jacket guard
caught me on my way inside . . .
just doin’ her job

makes her nest

on the low ceiling
a mud dauber makes her nest . . .
she works, not knowing

tweets and tweedles

passing sycamores
filled with bird tweets and tweedles . . .
clouds lit high above

among the aspen

high up grass mountain
deer grazed among the aspen . . .
late afternoon chill

clutch of sky

soon the leaves will fall
and trees will bloom, downunder …
a blue clutch of sky

my eyes

fiery orange light
ignites the dawn horizon . . .
everywhere, my eyes