Afire with colour

autumn leaves light Mont-Tremblant

in radiant hues

white skeletal trees

whispering in the forest

tell of an ice storm

At last a breeze to

chase the shadows and save me

from recalcitrance

When shadows conspire

day considers its options

squatting ‘neath a cloud

When night overstays

pushing darkness into day

shadows congregate

Conspiracy of

darkness keeping light away

trees stand like sentries

In solitary

confinement we stop, we pause.

finally, we breathe

Introspective days

will find me in a garden

talking to the plants

Balanced on a leaf

fleeting thoughts reflected, in

tiny drops of dew

At times my world, is

reflected in a raindrop,

clinging to a twig