across the field
gathering down by the brook
phlox roams the summer terrain
dodging deer
aspiring to become
bouquets
Running Wild
Purchased Sunshine
so necessary
the simple happiness
daisies give
First In The Garden
to the old oak leaves
piled by the wind
spring offers a pink bouquet
Spring Visited The Nightstand
as tender administrations
of fragrance and delicacy
to accompany waking and dreaming
Blossom’s Bouquet
ever clever
hydrangea creates
a bouquet within her blossom
The Past, The Present, The Future
the garden’s rose bouquet
holding and offering the blooms of
yesterday, today and tomorrow
I Do
summer weds itself
carrying bouquets
of sweet william
On The Night Stand
like a candle keeping
the dark, bitter winter
at bay
Decay’s Bouquet
stump blooms
a wood rose
flowering of fungi
The Garden Comes Inside
table bouquet
caressed
by a sunbeam
Sweet William’s Courtship
bouquet
in a bloom
perennial suitor
Enthusiasm
bloom, bloom, bloom
the boundless energy
of color
Spring Ephemeral
quiet quaker ladies
in their bonnets of blue
praising beauty
What was Carried
hydrangea is the bouquet
at the marriage of
summer and fall
Given
bouquet
of leaves
autumn’s offering
Contained
birch vase holds
blooms and departures
the fall bouquet
Complete
nothing more was needed
a gathering of self
the bouquet of a single bloom
Winter Bouquet
Winter offers a fragile bouquet
a freeze dried memory
of summer days.
Posey
A tiny bouquet of piercing red
surrounded by heart shaped leaves
offered to you by August.
Door Yard
I will pick a bouquet
of rosemary, sage, thyme and lemon grass
to honor and adorn tonight’s chicken.