Imagine Big Horns  Then, somehow sighting a herd  Resting in sagebrush.

What is that weird thing?  Cracked shells of brown fungus dust,  Nature’s mystery 

Just when you wonder  Where have all the colors gone?  Gold branches stand out.

Marshy cattail home  Of veiled red-wing blackbird   song Echoes in dry reeds.

There’s gold in them hills!  But it won’t last for long  Catch it while you can.

Flower memories  Watering violet blooms   Holding grandma’s hand

Knocked down by harsh wind  Willow leaves could be a school  Of silver green fish.

Leaf-bare trees expose  Summer’s hidden nesting spot  Abandoned for now.

Beloved paint mare  Puts on her warm winter coat  So fluffy and fat.

A potato heart!  Another sweet reminder  To love one another.