that moves you from spot to spot
to enjoy the views of the garden.
Window Box
not even the high noon sun can wilt away
her pretty-fication.
Hearts
to the sun and the weather of the day
as the wind chime cheers them on
and a spider’s web holds them up.
Birdhouse
It is time to wing to the South.
Your house holds the echo of your song,
and awaits your return in the spring.
Nearness
Tim
seeks me
in the garden
small
white
butterfly
always
hovering
nearby
Ghost
that I glimpse
from the side of my eye
Darting through blossoms
resting on leaves
taking advantage of sunshine and breeze
Pointing out a shapely cloud
waiting on my mailbox
inquisitive antenna cocked
Reminding me
as mortality
rages on
death
is not
the final stop.
you are remembered.
Charlotte
I’d prefer it if you
left your messages outside.
Family Farm
The kitchen fills with the sound of hungry forks
and the quiet of resting work boots.
Rest
you may rest in the high weeds with the moon flower.
When it is time to till again you will carry the full weight of a man and his dreams.
Reeds
the geese know it is time to prepare for their pilgrimage south.
Reflections
roll across the river’s surface.
A moving picture that will only show once.
Flower Farm
row after row
awaiting their service of solace or celebration.
Dark Clouds
Let faith be a blanket that keeps you warm.
Door Yard
of rosemary, sage, thyme and lemon grass
to honor and adorn tonight’s chicken.
Round the Bend
suddenly and surely like a train
the past is left behind
and the future is forever before us.
Staked Claim
tucked beneath a tree,
only the residents know the way in.
Green Mountains
Next to you I know my smallness is the right size.
I am a necessary fragment of your wholeness.
Meadow
on lazy summer days.
Paradise is at your feet.
Jalopy
Doors are flung wide, frozen in time,
your driver and passenger eternally on the run.
Fields
a growing green cover that reaches from the river bank to the mountains.
Tied together with labor and nurture for the purpose of sustenance.
Sweet Corn
Cool nights keep you sweet.
When your tassels droop, we will come for you.
Wood Lace
lichen lace modestly covers
the crotch of branch and trunk.
Lavender Glooming
new dreams are born in shadows and cloud forms
as old dreams disperse with the day.
Goldenrod
Goldenrod is a nobleman
loyal guardian of Her Majesty’s meadow.
Dear John Deer
you rumble across the fields, chewing rocks and cutting grass.
True champion of summer.
Yard Art
garden embellishments for tourists.
Paper weights for memories.
Jersey Girl
your genial disposition
makes you the queen of the dairy.
Bloom
What’s your story Morning Glory?
Trumpeting delight in each new day.
Pine Needle Path
noiselessly
into the heart of mystery.
River’s Edge
The water a cool embrace.
The sky is as blue as a robin’s egg.
Perfect summer day.
Cosmic Orange Cosmo
you make his fuzzy jacket pale in comparison
to your explosion of color.