Here
I stand...
There's nothing bleak about Spring;
for that you need a good hopeless Winter day...
Prisms heave upon broken shores
Ready to break open the doors...
Jack Frost is coming (haiku...
A deer eats green grass
as winds sway pastures in warning...
Proud that I'm a tree
taking root quite literally...
Little red corvette
cruises past a purple wood...
Panic attacks on the road
to recovery...
Sandstone monuments rise
above the valley floor...
I am the rise and fall of October-
Leaves will turn color, shades...
Outside my window
a yellow leaf clings to a twig...
Sunshine basking behind thunderous clouds
frozen icicles shadow flames of spring...