Cast Away

Of all those that set sail
in the dying light of the year

That rode out
on bone-cold days

Only one
hove up here

Unknown and unnoticed.
Until now.

Past Present Future

Last summer’s leaf rewinds time
New buds fast forward it to spring

But linger not in either place

Embrace today
This moment will not come again.

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Balsam poplar   Populus balsamifera

Salt Frost

A light mist dripped over the garden the day before.

Nightfall and the temperature dropped.

By morning frost crystals, like salt grains, dot the lupine leaves.