as enchanting as
the flower in bloom
is its prequel
Before The Opening
As The Sky Moves
freedom
washes over me
I am untethered from worry
A Sly Shyness
the morning’s exploration
a concentration
of stealth
Simplicity
paradise made
with three flowers
and a bee
Lingering
morning moon
a white balloon
full of dreams
Sprinkling
they come in
by popping up
blue flowering rainstorm
Open Space
the days expand
mid-mornings linger
the feeling grows
that there is time enough
Like A Dream
a kaleidoscope
of butterfly-flowers
alight on the lawn
What If?
we let wonder
unfurl as easily
as questions
Azalea In Spring
spring’s verdant touch
awakens the valley
so many beginnings
the universe unfolding
One Among Many
oh to be a petal
in a community
that is a flower
River Bank Bloom
colors flowing
alongside
the river’s current
Repetition
hens and chicks
multiplying themselves
hue after hue
Swarm
like bees in a swarm
the trees industrious
in pollen production
Always Remembered For
your faithful return
each year
in a multitude of tininess
A Good Morning
sunshine and new blooms
the kind of day
that heals hearts
Expressions
the violas smile
so fresh and full
revel in their joyful greeting
Tender And True
more cherished for
winter’s long wait
spring’s hospitality of abundance
Her Majesty
she wears
a crown of raindrops
crocus queen of spring
Hepatica
spring wander
in the woods
leads to fairyland
Trumpeting Joy
daffodils in part comprise
the cheering section
for spring
Bloodroot And Pinecones
the seasons a professor
giving lessons in how
beginnings and endings are entwined
Pretty Is As Pretty Does
magnificence incarnate
your humble name
carnation
Inspiration
a crimson fungi
foreshadowing
the trilliums bloom
Early Spring Party Guest
one of the first to arrive
forsythia’s hostess gift
the light of a flowering sun
Elegance
a flowering baton
conducting the first notes
of the symphony of spring
Another Kind Of Warmth
a beam
of daffodil sunshine
graces the hillside
Good Counsel
morning found me fragile
the crocus advised
of its potential
Right Sized In The Woods
Buddha sat
his moss cushion
made of granite
In The Greenhouse
immerse in
the color and scents of spring
still too fragile for outdoors