we wander the waning meadow
stopping to marvel
at every remaining bloom
The Goings Of September
Hellenium Autumnale
like angels gathered
in their halos of gold
chaperoning the season’s change
Swishing At Flies
nose deep
in sweet grass
the tail comforts
while duty waits
Claimed
stumped by wetlands
once tall trees
now neck to neck with water lily
I Bloom For Butterflies
there is one heart
I wish to make sing
the one with the artfully painted wings
If The Liminal Could Be Seen
palisades shrouded in mist
its sacredness seeps into my bones
and I stand in reverence
Pulmonaria A La Pollock
drips and splatter
that intentional yellow line
nature’s abstract expressionism
Dog Days
lazy boats
only the clouds
are sailing today
The Hollyhock Reserved
the bloom demures from view
what trust and courage it must take
to reveal the source of your enigmatic state
In Exchange
color leaving leaves
to redden berries and set the seeds
the bargain that autumn demands
Late Summer Garden
field grass high and in seed
flower stalks looking for rest
abundance about to tip into decline
this is the story of the passage of time
A Cure
be with
a dahlia bathed in sunlight
and feel your spirit rise
Old School
naked square bales
no plastic marshmallows here
the only white is wildflower bloom
Pause
while in admiration
everything else retreats
and the now is peacefulness beautified
Second Blooms And More
giving again and again
yarrow’s generosity
April through October
Rock Koi Swim
beneath the surface
orange rocks swim like koi
undulating with the current and the wind
Come And Go
meadows of milkweed for monarchs
we scan for yellow black stripes
and then the chandeliers of chrysalis
until the triumph of your red-orange winged flight
The Tree’s Topography
a map of life
the bark divulging
her valleys and mountains
Orchestra Of Colors
lily’s song of joy
resounding in the misty morn
pink overture to a summer’s day
Willing
in the garden I begin to learn
how to let difficulties pass
like shadows across a petals
Told By The Road
the future is uncertain
but for this
together we go on
Sun Catcher Dream Catcher
dahlia’s petaled hoop
filtering light from dark
dreams from daymares
A New Galaxy Appeared
in the puddle’s universe
Saturns abound
rings need no moon
Heron On High
you are an arrow
piercing
the foreboding sky
Brass Echo
early turning
some azalea leaves browning
the watering can echos below
Progression
a ladder of life ascending to heaven
each bloom on the gladiola stalk
rounds the cycle of life and death
Begin
the fence
is neither
start nor finish
Sundial
a shadow falls
across the face
of time
Prayers At The Marsh
may the heron bless me with a sighting
may the mist rise and grant me clarity
may the water’s reflection give me a second chance to see
Summer Afternoon
these clouds carry
shade not water
and still we are thankful