Confetti-filled Days

Red, yellows, rusty browns
shower down at random
for confetti-filled days

swirling, scattered leavings
from maples, oaks, and birches
upon well-travelled trails

celebratory moments
from Exultant autumn
into crunchiest remains.
 

Wildfire Country

Trees ablaze everywhere
a slow, seasonal burn
of expanding grandeur

flame-enshrouded forests
color-quenched vistas
fiery Armageddon

only generative beauty
complete without heat
leafless trees as residue. 

Late Fall Fashions

Underdressed limbs
scant, scattered ruffles
fewer red flourishes

bronzy golds
with fading elegance
dark greens back in vogue. 

Fall Foliage #24

Christmas tree patch
tabletops in situ

festooned in reds
glowing golds, orange others

fixed decoratively
by Autumn's flung leaf-fall

easily rearranged
by interested Breezes.

Sublimation

Sitting outside
sublimating
molecule by molecule

attaching to 
white pine bark
slurping hummingbird
seed-hunting chipmunk
flamboyant oriole
pollinated ear of corn

satiated
on a summer's day
with pleasurable oneness.

Spring Communion

Swallowtail on lilac
yellow on purple
exquisite pairing

chippy house wren
drippy wisteria
in waterfalling masses

solitary star flowers
gill-over-the-ground
lovely white bluets

spring surprises
for everyday joy
in welcomed kinship.

Cosmic Gift

What stunning cosmic gift
wrapped in star-spangled night
for my short-sighted eyes

catalogued as M13
more splendidly known
Great Hercules Cluster

faint, visible, blurry speck
24,000 light years far
across intergalactic space

globular star cluster
aged 10 billion years
in its space/time evolution

sacred viewing privilege
into the endless immense
for this earthly denizen.

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Cosmic Faith

Faith in the endless immense
infinite in every dimension

reused, redeployed molecules
for insistent re-creation

absolute resurrection
of meaningful existence

truly glorious moment
for this terrestrial mortal

sentient being, conscious
of colossal, reworked cosmos.

My Ode to Eighty

Fortunate have I been
in this random existence

filled with extraordinary bits
of beauty, discovery, love

alive in a space and time
congenial with the universe

occasional chunks of sadness
subsumed now into cosmic faith

whatever future consequence
gratitude's my exit essence. 

New England Ruins

New England woods
rife with ruins

mile after mile
stones upon stones

boundaries strong
angled and long

wall testimonials
to Herculean feats

old fields filled anew
with born-again trees.