Just Last Week

Dogwood leaves

glowed crimson through the morning mist.

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From a windy hilltop,

the afternoon sun ducked in and out of clouds

 lighting trees afire and dousing others in the shadows.

The colors were brilliant and brief.




"Nothing gold can stay."

Robert Frost

Fleeting Victory

In vibrant colors

Fall steals the road from summer

Inevitably.







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Fog changes everything.

Wild grape vines become a decoration for the oak tree...

 and spider webs festoon the cedars like ornaments on a Christmas tree.

On closer inspection, I can't find the spiders,

but their handiwork leaves no doubt that they've been here.

Even the familiar road becomes unfamiliar,

like something from a fairy tale.

The pattern of the forest is simplified, a single tree isolated.

I cannot see the One who made the fog on this misty morning,

but His fingerprints are everywhere.

He also made the stars.

Genesis 1:16

Living Palette

After two seasons of blended shades of green, new hues now tint the landscape.

Yellow glazes a country road...

crimson dyes the forest canopy... 

bulldozes out of the soil...

and splatters through the woods.

Here, where summer trees overlook children splashing and old men casting their lines,

quiet water now mirrors a new palette in the making.