Hollyhock

Dark as midnight
sentry at the garden’s edge
denouncing the dawn garden feasting of deer

Crossing

Set down your troubles
at the foot bridge to the path
that leads deep into the woods
and let the wind carry them away.

First Flight

From the nest to the branch was a short hop,
more courage will be needed
to fully venture into the world.

Verdant

The pond shares her wisdom
in the beauty of calmness
and importance of multiple perspectives.

Findings

Mother Nature’s remnants
speak to me
of the secret lives in the forest

Poppy

Throw off your elfin cap
and shout out the color of your summer joy.
I pray that my verve be as tenacious as yours.

Birch Bark

What shall we do together dear useful friend
write a letter, build a canoe, kindle a fire
or listen to the wind in your leaves?

What the garden gives

Midsummer brings the brown eyed susan,
cone flower, cosmo, pink and lavendar
onto the table, bedside and mantle.
An abundance of beauty.

Antler Alter

Antlers embrace pods from the Japanese maple tree,
a shrine to the seasons of life and bounty of Sunday Mountain,
a place to worship.

Blue Berries

Like the birds and bears
we indulge in the sun warmed burst of sweet tartness on the tongue.
Unlike them we hoard for pies and buckles and jam.

Watching

The earth has mushroom eyes
that watch us from the ground,
counting our steps.

Passage

Fear not the dark cloud and storm
for as they pass they herald even as they obscure
sunshine and the blue hues of heaven

Morning

Fluffy dog feet, wet with dew,
cross  granite and grass
before arriving at the breakfast bowl.

Protection

The fern shades the baby bleeding heart
from the hot wilting sun
encouraging delicate leaves and tender blossoms

Queen Anne

Delicate, lacey queen
who stands shoulder to shoulder with the commoners and weeds,
gracing flowerbed, roadside and meadow.

Graffitti

Each morning the woodpecker tattoos his message
into the trunk of the crabapple tree
Make yourself known.

Marje

Though she is gone, Marje’s morning glories
spend every summer with me through the miracle of seeds.
And as we did, when they come, I will count the blooms.

Married

The post marries the beam
after a courtship of hand hewing and attention to detail
that seats them perfectly together
forever supporting one another.

Wood Star

Unearthed roots provide an abode for bugs and grubs.
New space for the saplings to grow in is made.
This is the forest’s shooting star.

Spider’s Parachute

Some paratrooping spider left his parachute  behind
after a dangerous porch landing shortly before dawn.
He will weave another one for his next mission.

Baby Bird

Beak like a gum drop, mouth ever open;
always needing and beseeching.
Baby bird, baby bird,
your worm searching mother is tired.

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