in the presence
of their beauty
I felt myself unfurl
Being With Peonies
Legs Akimbo
six knee-ed
nimbly ants traverse
the intricacy of bloom
Side By Side
here we are
so similar and yet
unreservedly different
Contained
open
and let
your light shine
We Each Bloom In Our Own Time
unique
to each individual
the perfect timing
Awake In The Dream
the world
awash in bloom
I am centered
in the heart of creation
To The Right And Left
here in the center
of the spring garden
hope materialized and amassed
Before The Opening
as enchanting as
the flower in bloom
is its prequel
River Bank Bloom
colors flowing
alongside
the river’s current
A Good Morning
sunshine and new blooms
the kind of day
that heals hearts
Hepatica
spring wander
in the woods
leads to fairyland
Good Counsel
morning found me fragile
the crocus advised
of its potential
First To Appear
glory of the snow
their bravery belies
their tiny size
Gorgeousness
the orchid’s dance
of color, light, shape and size
is danced in stillness
A Gift Of Hyacinth
we are so glad
you were forced to bloom
now scenting the house with early spring
Bloom Tone
amaryllis in
contralto voice
serenade for spring
Faux Mock
the mock orange
mocks again in winter
this time blossoms of snow
Splendid Ending
passing through
the fullness
of bloom
A Touch Of Grace
blooming branch
reaches out for us
bringing beauty closer
Buoyed By Bulbs
amaryllis bloom
her color breaks
this grey day’s grip
Pink Poinsettia
every time
she’s seen
a smile
December Roses
rosied by cold
snuggled into rocks
a carpet of bloom
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
