raucously raging
winter’s snowmelt heads downstream
in a big hurry
placidly plodding
fall’s flow turns to a trickle
taking its sweet time
Shadows know
This door
Quite
Well
In wintertime
They cast
Their
Spell
An escape
Hatch
To the other
Side
Where
Imagination
Does
Reside
So
Large in
Size
Elk
Catch the
Eye
With
Color Just
Right
Almost out
Of
Sight
Carve me up
Or
Leave me
Whole
It all depends
On
What’s the
Goal
Slice me, dice me
Bake
A
Pie
I’m still the
Apple of
Halloween’s
Eye
bull elk with harem
gathered together in fall
keeping a close watch
up, up and away
mammoth pine tree pierces sky
dwarfing all below
After a
Stretch of
Foul weather
Reigned
A glorious
Sky
Returned once
Again
Arts and Crafts window
morphs with available light
stained glass abstraction
The path you
Take
Is one you
Make
Hatched in your
Mind
Revised through
Time
Converging, diverging
Ever
Emerging
