Patterns After the Leaves Have Fallen
The Maples Continue Glowing Red
This is an especially fine year for them. I was thinking about what it means to trust that winter will end and the trees will mostly bud , leaf, and fruit again starting in the Spring.
Autumn Leaves
Milkweed (and Samsara)
Blossoms Around Town (and the Five Acts of Siva)
Uma
My endearment–goddess Uma incarnated as feline–always carried within it the notion that an incarnation of a goddess is a temporary form. Still, I am grieving.
At An Estate Sale
State of the Garden
Signs Around Town
I post not of the heaviness of my heart, nor of how I am trying to contribute to the persistence and resistance, which I trust are understood, but to notice that in my neighborhood, the tree branches are swelling with incipient budding. Spring still comes.
Samsara
