October 20: Bare branches, bare arms in the cold

Trees shivering, leaves lost,
colors fading underfoot--
I'm not ready.

September 1: Beth's Farmstand

Rows of chrysanthemums,
last of the blueberries,
first of the apples.

September 5: Diversity

We live in an eclectic neighborhood. We've got the old mill houses renovated by arty people who cultivate beautiful gardens and sit around on their back porches at night playing various musical instruments, soaking in their hot tubs, or practicing yoga, a pocket of boring spec houses built a few years ago, a small trailer park with a surprising number of children, dogs, and cigarette smokers, a 90+-year-old neighbor with a yapping chihuahua, a vacation rental across the street that changes tenants every week next to a small house inhabited by an aggressively athletic family of seven, and the river slowly curving at our backs...

Change of seasons--
one neighbor plays jazz loudly,
another polishes a snowmobile.