morning found me fragile
the crocus advised
of its potential
Good Counsel
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
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
