a patch of wildflowers
a patch of sunshine in the glade
a patch of forested shade
Summer Patchwork
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
Touch Of Pink
the barest blush
on petals
an exclamation
of the stigma
The Lambs And The Donkey
the other
not stranger
but protector
Sermon In The Rock Garden
jack in the pulpit
preaches to his growing flock
of creeping phlox
Nobody Falls
named
by a child
such sweetness of sentiment
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