named
by a child
such sweetness of sentiment
Nobody Falls
Enchantment
the passing light
a quick glimpse
into the fairies’ world
To Be What You Desire
the magic of these mushrooms
as they fruit themselves
into flowers
The Shade Garden’s Invitation
a pop of pink
to pull you into
the shady embrace
How Beauty Lasts
each tiny part
opens in its own time
a progress of perfection
Mountain View
the view
and morning quiet
mend my soul
Like The Sun Itself
shining light
banishing doubt
declaring joy
The Thrumming Azelea
the pink called me close
the buzz and hum beckoned
come witness the bee’s congregation
From The Corner Of My Eye
red hooded
bandit of beauty
a pheasant running by
Commencement
the sun just up
the day unwrapping herself
until wide open to all possibility
Ready Or Not
light plays
hide and seek
in the iris leaves
What The Sun Brought
spring arrived
and even the dog stops
to contemplate the beauty
Yellow Roses
in celebration of ordinary days
picked from your mother’s yard
you would bring them often
and for no particular reason
Better Than Oz
my March wish granted
as far as the eye can see
the world is emerald green
Declared
so many hearts
on the garden’s sleeves
love abounds for everything
Early Bird
meet the new day
like a robin with a mix
of persistence and hope
Quartet By Arborvitae
softly they sang
the colors
of butter and blush
Labor Of Love
tenderly ministering
to the two leaved starts
and all efforts beyond
Is A Rose
every petal unfurled
a painting in itself
the bud a well of color
Earth Awakens
first flowers rise
the river’s belly is full
everything tilts towards more
Greeted With Delight
your name exclaimed
when spotted in the woods
Oh! Trillium!
Fishing
patience incarnate
stock still
until the strike
We Adore Her
primrose
the first rose
our maiden of May
Held By The Season
abundance of leaf and petal
spring wraps
her shady arms around us
Pink
pink rises
from the pale
until completely self saturated
Trail Head
we keep the signals
for fellow travelers
silent and small
Two Directions, One Journey
the silver birch and fern
so precise in their details
of becoming and departing
At The Farm
early morning, early spring
quiet stillness
before the long labor
Brought Inside
despite obstinate clouds
there was still sunshine
to pick and brighten the table with
Sighting A Sigh
the trees release
their shared held breath
in a long slow exhale of green