in tandem
the soft caress of blossoms
the hum of insects busy
doing the work of the world
In The Flowering Meadow
Brown Eyed Butterfly
at the center of the day
one moment
perfectly balanced
Allium Sparklers
each seed suspended
on a stream of light
beauty bursts
There You Are
dodging raindrops
amongst the pansies
posing in a frame of leaves
we are friends I believe
Ballet Alfresco
the meadow allegro
in her pink tutu
unopened blooms a pas de deux
What Friends Do
the lily
happy to be
susan’s umbrella
Color And Light
between the clouds and mist
blue and light sneak in
feeding souls and seeds
Magnifying Glasses
every drop
a new opportunity
to see more
Contemplating The Day
summer morning before the heat
the garden issues her invitation
and even dogs make plans
Roots, Rock, Fungi
endurance
is a game
of adaptation
Simplicity
unencumbered
by pretension
pure perfection
Purple Lantern
summer’s way of saying
welcome home
I left the light on for you
Fairy Napkins
found in the morning lawn
the fairy napkins left behind
evidence of their starlight soiree
Dawning Rose
she opens
lightening and brightening
expanding into the whole of the day
Morning Seats
we watch the day rise
and let the shadows lengthen
time is abundant among us
My Feathered Sunshine
a one note song
and moments visit
banishes my grey cloud
Summer Of Rain
this rain falls hard, pounding
this man rain roars
bent on reshaping our topography
A Heart Can Hold Everything
shadow bird
perched inside
the lily’s heart
Beautiful Chaos
a tangle of leggy blooms
waltzing together
stem to shin
Grumpy
harumph hunched the heron
they never make a box
big enough for me
Lupin Guidance
start small
grow
into your own depth
and be
whatever color
is right for you
Location, Location, Location
birds too admire
a dooryard full
of flowers
Prayers For July
let the flowers be wild
the days long
and the tree shade deep
Flown In
a blue feathered
happiness stopped by
looking for the birdhouse in my soul
An Insects Fair
cotton candy bee balm
one of many of
the outside’s delights
Hearing Hooves
the sound of branches
breaking in the woods
that’s the stallion running in
Welcome
on the potted porch
a hospitality of flowers perched
the door to beauty flung wide
Still Serving The Birds
the tree-spa stump
now host to
bath and beverage
Basking
washed with heat
colors cleaned
spirit revived
We Share The Morning
the sun just up
bird song breaks the night’s silence
a shared glance as we each go about our ways