Yesterday

Sunday, blue sky blues
Limbs entwined, whispers of love
Backyard promises

Today

Crimson leaf falling
Softly, gently, letting go of
a summer of growth

Tomorrow

Precious bud, peeks through
fertile soil, nourished by ruins
of seasons gone by

Nantahala II

still surface broken
by a flick of a fishtail,
gobbling breakfast gnats

Nantahala I

rushing waters, swirl
past a throng of boulders, slick
with yesterday's algae