summer’s way of saying
welcome home
I left the light on for you
Purple Lantern
Fairy Napkins
found in the morning lawn
the fairy napkins left behind
evidence of their starlight soiree
Dawning Rose
she opens
lightening and brightening
expanding into the whole of the day
Morning Seats
we watch the day rise
and let the shadows lengthen
time is abundant among us
My Feathered Sunshine
a one note song
and moments visit
banishes my grey cloud
Summer Of Rain
this rain falls hard, pounding
this man rain roars
bent on reshaping our topography
A Heart Can Hold Everything
shadow bird
perched inside
the lily’s heart
Beautiful Chaos
a tangle of leggy blooms
waltzing together
stem to shin
Grumpy
harumph hunched the heron
they never make a box
big enough for me
Lupin Guidance
start small
grow
into your own depth
and be
whatever color
is right for you
Location, Location, Location
birds too admire
a dooryard full
of flowers
Prayers For July
let the flowers be wild
the days long
and the tree shade deep
Flown In
a blue feathered
happiness stopped by
looking for the birdhouse in my soul
An Insects Fair
cotton candy bee balm
one of many of
the outside’s delights
Hearing Hooves
the sound of branches
breaking in the woods
that’s the stallion running in
Welcome
on the potted porch
a hospitality of flowers perched
the door to beauty flung wide
Still Serving The Birds
the tree-spa stump
now host to
bath and beverage
Basking
washed with heat
colors cleaned
spirit revived
We Share The Morning
the sun just up
bird song breaks the night’s silence
a shared glance as we each go about our ways
Explorers Dare Encounter
petal-jawed garden dragons
who feast on rain
and daydreams
Welcome Wild Neighbors
garden in the woods
a birdbath to feed
hawk and deer
Touch Of Blue
the sun in her zenith
making a blinding white
you unbothered
with the sky on your wings
How Else Can We Dream?
this barn with a picture window
it seems even tractors need
a room with a view
Grace
the peony
bowed by the rains
dignity exemplified
Striking Poses
so many sides to you
each new view
a revelation
Listening To Time
time resides in the sound
of the river current’s
constant caress of the old tree stump
Oceans Of Color
in the deep pink sea
peonies undulate
their stamen anemone
Into The Woods
past the garden’s edge
the light in the woods
an invitation to more
Ways Of Being Chosen
to be picked by the eye
rather than the hand
is to be held in
an admiration of reverence
Flight Of The Baby Snapping Turtle
a bird plucked you from the ground
then found you undesirable and dropped you down
some million turtle miles from the brook
to which you were returned completely unshook
