The Formal Garden

fall has taken
most of her flowers
but not her elegance

The Threshold Needs No Gate

the green archway
an invitation to
the flowering realm

Old Structures Reminisce

behind the arbor and gazebo
berries blush recalling
memories of summer kisses

She Persists

the celebratory nature
of the garden persists
despite winter’s imposed dormancy

The Winter Garden

cold nor dormancy
stills the enchantment

Still Being With Her Whilst She Is Gone

rose arbor
in the afternoon

Eager to Work

stalled by a cold snap
the red rake
by the arbor waits