two eye-lashed eyes
an interrupted smile
moth of many faces
Disguised
When The Garden Is Full
all wants
and wishes
realized
Practice
trust that time
and light and your breath
will move without effort
A Fountain Of Leaves
the planted planter
a growing statuary
cascading green
Breakfast For Dinner
forest breakfast nook
pancakes sprouted
by the maple tree
By The Barn
white foam
of the wildflowers’ wave
splashing on the meadow
Two Sisters
the clover and the dahlia
more similar than different
yet each particular to herself
The Garden Stairs
slowly we take the steps
reluctant to reach
the peak of bloom
Worn Wing
life takes
and yet the swallowtail
still flies
Swept Clear
this fast moving sky
whisked away
all worries
The Queen And Her Constituents
without the wild
and abundant
nothing to reign over
Reaching Past The Rooftops
ambition
is the weed’s
decree
Delphinium With Hummingbird
a shared translucence
in petal and wing
delicate, determined things
A Place In The Sun
morning moves
the night aside, then
a spotlight just for you
Spiral
turn, turn, turn
in upon the self
end at the beginning
House At The End Of Queen Anne’s Lane
a road of dirt
the flowers wild
this kingdom ruled by bees
Row Upon Row
a house for a million questions
zinna’s petals plucked
reveal only one answer
Sunset Leaves
to the departing sky
each leaf of every tree
waves goodbye
Beauty Of The Spent Bloom
grace remained
even after
your youth departed
Dependability
steady goes
petunia
stalwart in her blooms
Reiteration
amongst astilbe plumes
echo
bee balm blooms
Intimates
sweet nothings
the bee whispers
to the hollyhock’s bloom
Contemplation On The Branch
in dappled shade
beneath the whisp-ing clouds
hawkish thoughts
The Veil Lingers
in the softness
of a summer morning
the landscape still dreaming
The Sun And The Moon
before the moon
was done
the sun had begun
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thin line of a bird
flying in the space
where night meets day
A Colorful Hospitality
profusion of bloom
the welcoming committee
come in, come in
Copious Bloom
tiger lily tealights
like candles
in the wind
Heather’s Pink Sunrise
braving night’s darknesses
arriving in the solace
of the pastel light
Head Turner
columbine
in profile
no bad side
Tree Of Sweets
like cotton candy
sugar spun
from the morning sun