seemingly silent and still
teeming with the lives
of wing and gill
Green Watery World
Flowers Look
Dahlia
watches the world
through lavender lashes
Grandma’s Roses
spilling everywhere
like her love her roses
cannot be contained
Purple Midnight
a single bloom
comprises beauty’s
vast powers
Giver Of Water, Giver Of Life
in the garden
lives a serpent and savior
the holy hose
Soar
once the updraft
is found
flight is effortless
Being With Peonies
in the presence
of their beauty
I felt myself unfurl
Legs Akimbo
six knee-ed
nimbly ants traverse
the intricacy of bloom
A House In The Lupine
the bluebirds know
beauty, space and quiet
make a house a home
Dancer
this rose
in her pinks
my garden’s ballerina
Respite With Roses
climbing the trellis
the rose
makes its way to heaven
Side By Side
here we are
so similar and yet
unreservedly different
Seasonal Devotion
like rowdy fans
in the bleachers
iris cheer on summer
Made Sacred By Intention
the faithful offering
of careful thought and tending
for vegetable starts and insects
Innocence
white peony
purity expressed
in petals
Rising
unveiled
the blue green
river valley morning
Contained
open
and let
your light shine
Dance Of The Dandelions
two stepping towards summer
the breeze lifting fluffy skirts
and changing their partners
Perennials
teaching with beauty
lessons of impermanence
in the eternal now
Circle Theory
connection is all
no beginning, no end
life ever moving on the continuum
The Garden Steed
motionless
and still I hear
the pounding of hooves
Raku Of Lichen
the sun
a kiln for
a crackled branch
We Each Bloom In Our Own Time
unique
to each individual
the perfect timing
Awake In The Dream
the world
awash in bloom
I am centered
in the heart of creation
Fern Shadows
painted by the sun
your delicate constitution
echos on the woodland path
The Overlook
mornings are meant
for wandering
and wondering
Each And All Of It
so often
the garden reveals how
the whole is more than the sum of parts
To The Right And Left
here in the center
of the spring garden
hope materialized and amassed
Overture
spring time’s
sublime slow opening
of raindrops and subtle hues
Patience
foggy morning
the sundial waits
for the sun