a photographer

in quiet solitude steals

a perfect moment

autumn wind

humbled by a spindly tree

clinging to its leaves

by the lake a tree

so frail, its delicate leaves

defying the wind

a single gold leaf

lies on a bed of dark stones

floating in the mind

autumn convention

a circle of ladybugs

chews over the day

a sickly buff sky

hangs leaden while folk look down

stepping over cracks