Rime frost

 

The trees

grow blurry

as fog 

descends

their autumn shapes

softened

into almost-flowers

Where the frost

freezes

each branch

blade

and leaf

is outlined

the details

sharper

magnified

by a thin layer

of white

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Color of waiting

The color

of waiting

is gray and blue

green and gold

black branches

against

an overcast sky

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Urban wild

Wilderness

contained

and not

where frogs sang

in chorus

and redwing blackbirds

whistled and whirred

where dragonflies darted

and a muskrat paddled

where touch-me-nots

and wild cucumber

formed a carpet

of gold and white

Now

where wind whispers

in dry grasses

and a few songbirds chatter

where snow will blanket

all in silence

until spring

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Captured

Captured

in the newly frozen river

waves

leaves

footprints

goose

duck

the fox

that lives in

the nearby grove

and the first rosy rays

of sunset to come

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Flow

 

Lady Sun

releases

a river of light

that flows

like molton 

rose gold

from horizon

to horizon

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In passing

 

These final days

of the year

counting down

to solstice

and the almost

imperceptible turn

toward longer days

We meet

only in passing

Lady Sun

I leave too soon

and stay too late

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Glimpse

 

Back to the window

deep in the daily

grapple

and grind

I almost missed

this glimpse

of Lady Sun's

golden good-bye

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