A few leaves in autumn.

Green, black and white.

Sacred texts of dead leaves.

How does one interpret these sacred texts?

Two small scenes of beauty.

Another small walk along the river.

One leaf reflecting light.

Hidden roots give birth
to Pages torn from earth.
Leaves flitter: each a kite
reflecting Heaven light.

Explosion of beauty.

Scattered puzzle pieces of shadow and light.

Passages through beauty.

Bright moss, on a rolling stone called Earth.