the stones
invite me
to walk on water
A Ray Of Light Across The Brook
Bravery
to rise
into the unknown
choosing life
Pastime
sitting quietly
gathering hope
waiting for bluebirds
Dahlias By The Wood Shed
wood waits for winter
dahlias blaze
in July
Morning Meeting
hello my deer
hello to wildness
and wonder
Buttercup
your magic glow
shining love
on the chin of the world
Iris In The Dooryard
the garden’s appointed
sergeant at arms
officiating summer’s bloom
The Best Matinee
spend the afternoon
watching shadows play
on the hosta leaves
Hospitality
the porch’s welcome
an embrace
of flowers and shade
The Petaled Sun
I imagine
the seeding dandelion
is your moon
Running Wild
across the field
gathering down by the brook
phlox roams the summer terrain
dodging deer
aspiring to become
bouquets
Red Begonia
if fire
was a flower
it would be you
Dog Days
free to be
as lazy as the clouds
in a breezeless sky
Allium Here And Gone
your delicate intricacies
did not depart
with your bloom
Discovered Deep In The Woods
the quern stone remains
speaking of long ago efforts
at homesteading
Spires
they rise
as an exaltation of light
against the woods dark backdrop
Summer Patchwork
a patch of wildflowers
a patch of sunshine in the glade
a patch of forested shade
Variance Of Variegation
painted like
a picket fence
anomaly of white
Smallness In The Large World
be not mistaken for
a shimmer, reflection or shadow
your being matters
The Power Of Peonies
her beauty and scent so potent
this one blossom
comprises the whole world
The Flowered Breeze
the sway of color
the kiss of air
this is summer’s embrace
To Hold The Day
the pine’s
green fingertips
reaching out
Garden Shore
an ocean of beauty
fern waves crash
into flower foam
Within The Spiral
be like a bee
close enough to see
pink transformed to red
Daydream
flowers rode
the nimble wooden horse
into summer
Memories Amass
like days
in a life
recollections accrue
forget-me-not
Forever Together My Love
crows
in conversation
at dusk
Wooden Lotus
risen and floating
the uprooted stump
blooms like a lily
In Awe
as the light
paints the iris
I am transfixed by the divine
First Light
morning shadows wander
while we wait
for the horses to wake