Damn-near naked now
after good rains
without a frost
by New Years,
fleeting autumn colors
gone drab brown
before undressing.
Each twig stripped
of new growth leaves,
water pumped
into veins to see
if these fine lines
survive—and we
along for the ride.
Posted in Photographs, Ranch Journal, poetry, Poems 2026
Cold canyon bottoms
watch early-rising cows graze
the warmth of first light.
Weekly Photo Challenge(2): “Transition”
Posted in Haiku 2015, Photographs
Tagged dawn, first light, frost, weekly-photo-challenge
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