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
We float like leaves—
moments balanced
between extremes
we haven’t seen—
for small epiphanies:
the intersections
of imperfect circles,
elliptical orbits
of other planes
and gravities.
Season to season,
we float like leaves
as fodder for the earth
returning to the roots
and the skeletons of trees.
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2014
Tagged cycles, Dry Creek, epiphany, leaves, photographs, poetry, roots, trees, weather, wildlife
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