cold morn ~
the ghosts o’ dead trees
on the highway

cold morn ~
the ghosts o’ dead trees
on the highway

late autumn ~
in comes an evening guest
ol’ leaf

early snow ~
the young cat takes
its 1st step

dark late fall ~
on the ground thick snow
turns to rain
november ~
ran into an ol’ friend
216th st. sunset

downtown autumn ~
walking streets paved with
golden leaves

autumn rain ~
in seattle is born
a new lake

spelunking
the iron caves o’
construction

unfurling
in the silver wind
golden locks

when the sky’s
scent begins to rust ~
late autumn