Day and Night

Day and Night

  A gust blows through the not quite bare oaks, filling the air with swirling leaves. Clouds part and the sun slants bright golden light through the pouring rain. Coyotes whoop in the dark, then fall still. Their echoing cries fade to silence. The bright stars...
Fall

Fall

plunging from the sky into the tall oaks, a star rattles to the ground    
November Chill

November Chill

            One last leaf stubbornly clinging to the end of a branch fluttering in the cold November wind a memory of summer refusing to acknowledge the season has...