Having Done Their Good Work

In autumn, having done their good work, leaves celebrate what has been and will come and embrace the season with shades of gold, orange and red. Some hang on, rattling faintly through wind and rain, to punctuate the coming starkness, others, explode in fiery color, deserting branches overnight to blanket the ground with their warmth. RSP . . Thanks for stopping by.    …

Waiting

. In the clear cold of a December morning, as a last leaf gently floats down from a branch reaching high toward blue sky, while below water battles ice for rule over silver ribbons that mark now too obvious wooded ravines, and a piercing sharp sun leaves behind deep shadows exposing naked trees and fading leaf covered hillsides, the land quietly waits for a…

No Expectations

. Walking in the wood’s morning stillness, . on late autumn fallen leaves that recent rain left damp with saturated color, . as kinglets with their quiet sounds teased flitting from branch to branch never pausing quite long enough, . I found myself with no expectations content to listen to the voice of the day. . *** Thanks for stopping by.

First Ice

. Today as we walked along the river, the hard dry frozen ground held wilted still green plants. Out of the north the wind had a bite as fast-moving clouds playing with the sun and us giving first just a hint of warmth then not. While ducks swam in frigid air, small birds hid, and the river continued its flow leaving near waters edge the…