astonishingly life-like
the scarecrow accesses
the veggies progress

Through The Darkness

the world awaited us
growing and blooming
summoning us back home

Second Bloom

this time
raindrops bloom
into shimmering flowers

Summer Took Me By The Hand

and stretched before me
verdant, tender, true
as the great green meadow

Portrait Of The Iris

a stately classic
who often surprises
with her sly insouciance

Considering The Placement

thoughtfulness is required
in locating
the perfect spot


racing through the garden
carried by the wind
columbine’s wild flames

On The Bulkhead Door

disintegrated blossoms
rain and time
etch the cosmos

Flock Of Trillium

in they flew
on angel wings
or so it seems

Green Goblets

waiting to be filled
with the drink of rain
before fully unfurling

Summer Comes

a window is opened in heaven
in summer waltzes
scattering shades of blue