fall flow cranked down low
reduced to but a trickle
boulders rear their heads
long time abandoned
rickety mine skeleton
rattles in the wind
under construction
restoration in process
return to glory
ebbing and flowing
in sync with seasonal beat
pulse of all living
papery thin wings
portray intricate patterns
natural parchment
through window gazing
shade captures fern abstraction
light and shadow dance
bold flash of color
tucked within earth-toned palette
tiny but mighty
out in the garden
sidestepping my own shadow
for the perfect shot
to all the mothers
heartfelt thanks are extended
for their love’s labor
straining for the stars
slim trunks stand straight as arrows
lodgepole pine forest
