the world
was created
for their exploration
River Bank
I invest my time
at the river’s bank
serenity is my yield
Magnificence
her majesty
saves a place for me
while holding up the sky
Dahlia with Bee
vibrant yellow center
pink blushed petals
a bee’s cafe
Who?
what berry be this
so boldly red
in its dead fern bed
Before the Journey
on still water
geese convene
at the heron nest
Away
far far away
perched near the sky
a pasture and house
watch the world go by
Stalked
the mighty squash
produces a stem
solid as a trunk
Panes
red barn
holds a multitude
of views
Unity
keeping things together
rather than apart
the old fence embraces
autumn’s abundance of goldenrod
Telling Time
wrinkles not rings
tell the secrets
of this tree’s age
Into The Blue
the sky and mountains
wave and undulate like the sea
the universe stretches before me
Shroud
iris is cloaked
in the spider’s shroud
to be seen again
on their spring resurrection
Captive
the cloisonné center of helenium
captivates the grasshopper
nothing escapes beauty’s grasp
Harvest
one petal at a time
in the soft September sun
the bee labors in love
Late Bloom
delphinium unfurls
a final wave of blue
summer’s sendoff
Mill Stone
without her sister stone
she is but a gentle guide
Potent
tiny deadly maiden
outstretched arms
await her prey
Hedgerow
Fall must climb
a fence of color
to steal away summer
Stroll Garden
at the end
of the path
of quiet contemplation
the cows graze
Full
pink cloud
the lily blooms
filling the sky
Returned
doubt came
and stole away hope
then the extraordinary beauty
of the ordinary
returned it
Accommodation
kheer aur shakkar
during the final days
of summer’s heat
the hosta wears seersucker
Red Bug White flower
true bug can tells no lies
your garage and siding
is where he likes to hide
Dwelling
between the leaves
resides
the house of mysteries
The Path
humble muddy beginnings
give rise to the feat of floating
Turn, Turn, Turn
hydrangea turns
becoming and beaconing
the season’s change
Voiced
the center speaks
to all the beginnings to be
released when the bloom decays
August Pond
autumn whispers
on the wind
casting seeds
amidst the greens