Magic Wands

Fairy dust is gathered on magic wands
and used to clean away all ugliness
of sight, word and deed.

The Circle

As the first bloom fades
the next opens to its glory.


A meeting of friends in the meadow.
Quaker Bonnets gather
offering their quiet beauty to the whole of the land.


Just over the ridge
reside my dreams of Spring.
Leafy trees and blooming things;
the sun’s warm embrace,  kisses on my face.

Late Bloom

The first hard frost has taken all the leaves.
One brave bloom reaches for the sun.

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