petal-jawed garden dragons
who feast on rain
and daydreams
Explorers Dare Encounter
Welcome Wild Neighbors
garden in the woods
a birdbath to feed
hawk and deer
Touch Of Blue
the sun in her zenith
making a blinding white
you unbothered
with the sky on your wings
How Else Can We Dream?
this barn with a picture window
it seems even tractors need
a room with a view
Grace
the peony
bowed by the rains
dignity exemplified
Striking Poses
so many sides to you
each new view
a revelation
Listening To Time
time resides in the sound
of the river current’s
constant caress of the old tree stump
Oceans Of Color
in the deep pink sea
peonies undulate
their stamen anemone
Into The Woods
past the garden’s edge
the light in the woods
an invitation to more
Ways Of Being Chosen
to be picked by the eye
rather than the hand
is to be held in
an admiration of reverence
Flight Of The Baby Snapping Turtle
a bird plucked you from the ground
then found you undesirable and dropped you down
some million turtle miles from the brook
to which you were returned completely unshook
To Make Friends
life presents us two companions
joy and sorrow
our task is to hold their hands simultaneously
A Lazy Graze
cows know
how to do summer
slow and sweet
Performance Artists
raindrop acrobats
balance on the petal edge
defiant of gravity
A Fleeting Fame
duet of iris
took their moment
in the sun
Many Named Sweetheart
each pink purse
filled with love
for the world
Mountain Flower
blooming in the woods
for the delight
of trees
Promise
a preview of pink
before petals can
even imagine individuation
The Saving Sunshine
banished now the dreary dread
of March through May’s gray
by pansy light and luminous leaves
Commencement
some say white
is not a color
but a beginning
Openings
between the heron and the house
morning wanders across the meadow
charming the new day
Sharing Blossoms
to catch a butterfly’s eye
be still enough to recognize
a kindred spirit
Before Us
summer stretches out
in sunshine and tree shade
idle days and lemonade
The Naked Eye A Telescope
sighting the shadow of a star
I discovered
a purple constellation
Tree-Side Village
the wee-est of the wee forest creatures
lived in a village on a tree
safe and snug and happy as can be
Reawakened
when my flame of awe flickers
nature’s beauty
fans it back to fire
We Grow, Grow, Grow
contrary to their neat rows
the seedlings desire
of life is feral
Let A Flower Be Your Mirror
peering into Johnny’s face
admiring his tiny yellow freckles of pollen
I can almost see my own beauty
Circle Garden
at the threshold between sunshine and shade
the circle sculptures speak
of life’s liminal spaces
On the Terrace
even the granite
is somehow softened by the wind
and columbine’s enchanting dance