sweet nothings
the bee whispers
to the hollyhock’s bloom
Intimates
The Veil Lingers
in the softness
of a summer morning
the landscape still dreaming
The Sun And The Moon
before the moon
was done
the sun had begun
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thin line of a bird
flying in the space
where night meets day
A Colorful Hospitality
profusion of bloom
the welcoming committee
come in, come in
Copious Bloom
tiger lily tealights
like candles
in the wind
Heather’s Pink Sunrise
braving night’s darknesses
arriving in the solace
of the pastel light
Head Turner
columbine
in profile
no bad side
Tree Of Sweets
like cotton candy
sugar spun
from the morning sun
Lazy Days
summer rests
by the roadside
tall grass and clover
Vixen
smoldering
red lipped lily
pursed for a kiss
Water’s Laughter
bubbles giggle
as the brook
cascades
Daylily
right and below you
wilts yesterday’s beauty
above you awaits tomorrow’s
Mutual Compliments
yarrow wore
a crown of glory
bejeweled with delphinium
July At The Farm
spirits higher
than the clouds
corn is on the rise
A Garden Made Of Whimsey
scaredy cat
in red high heels
protecting herbs from birds
Pass Through
the opening itself
an invitation
to step into the light
Deliverance
in the fullness of the sun
the deepest darkness
broken open
Raised Beds
the starts have started
hope and weeding
precede the harvest
Fluidity
hosta leaves
embody water’s
waves and current
Shimmering
summer heat
the garden a fire
of green
Swim Lessons
six parent-teachers
nineteen students
countless ripples
Pink Sparkler
starburst of color
created with
captured light
Luminous Blue Spire
tall stalk
laden with delicate blooms
defying wind and rain
A Sculpted Path
mosaic of moss
with dappled shade
invitation to wander
Awash In The Sun
poppy petals
watercolored papers
flutter in the wind
Everything Is Possible
as the sun rises
the day’s contours
emerge from the darkness
Clematis Queen Of Climbers
saucer sized blooms
with whirligig centers
plumming the depths of purple
Green Watery World
seemingly silent and still
teeming with the lives
of wing and gill
Flowers Look
Dahlia
watches the world
through lavender lashes
Grandma’s Roses
spilling everywhere
like her love her roses
cannot be contained