rosied by cold
snuggled into rocks
a carpet of bloom
December Roses
Oh To Bloom On
November sun transforms
the frost on the mums
into tears of joy
Two Red Feathers
the wild rose takes flight
her last bloom
red feathers
The Last To Bloom
more beloved are these
for their magnanimity
in the dwindling garden
Respite
the worn bloom
finds shade and support
on the rock wall
in the bud yet to flower
The Gilded Season
autumn’s garden palette
favors purple and peach
enhanced by obliquely slanted light
Open
unfurl yourself
be bold with fragilities
and the compliments of complexities
The Goings Of September
we wander the waning meadow
stopping to marvel
at every remaining bloom
Hellenium Autumnale
like angels gathered
in their halos of gold
chaperoning the season’s change
I Bloom For Butterflies
there is one heart
I wish to make sing
the one with the artfully painted wings
The Hollyhock Reserved
the bloom demures from view
what trust and courage it must take
to reveal the source of your enigmatic state
Pause
while in admiration
everything else retreats
and the now is peacefulness beautified
Second Blooms And More
giving again and again
yarrow’s generosity
April through October
Come And Go
meadows of milkweed for monarchs
we scan for yellow black stripes
and then the chandeliers of chrysalis
until the triumph of your red-orange winged flight
Orchestra Of Colors
lily’s song of joy
resounding in the misty morn
pink overture to a summer’s day
Willing
in the garden I begin to learn
how to let difficulties pass
like shadows across a petals
Progression
a ladder of life ascending to heaven
each bloom on the gladiola stalk
rounds the cycle of life and death
Begin
the fence
is neither
start nor finish
Nearer To Thee
the closer I look
the more my view expands
and resonates with memories
Monkshood
at the meadow monastery
frugal simplicity reveals
extravagant complexities
Evolution Of A Bloom
opened and yet closed
the very center
still to reveal all its complexities
What Friends Do
the lily
happy to be
susan’s umbrella
Simplicity
unencumbered
by pretension
pure perfection
Welcome
on the potted porch
a hospitality of flowers perched
the door to beauty flung wide
To Make Friends
life presents us two companions
joy and sorrow
our task is to hold their hands simultaneously
Sharing Blossoms
to catch a butterfly’s eye
be still enough to recognize
a kindred spirit
The Naked Eye A Telescope
sighting the shadow of a star
I discovered
a purple constellation
The Tender Morning Blooms
now winter’s hardships
seem worthwhile
for they have brought us here
How A Hearth Makes A Home
the woods are our walls
and the floor a carpet of forget-me-nots
we use the sky as ceiling and heaven as the roof
Happiness
small and simple
yet a delight of details
waiting to attach to catch your attention