sipping
zinnia nectar
most delicious afternoon
Amongst The Blooms The Wing-ed Ones
beyond the porch rail
butterfly and hummingbird
make their morning rounds
Monarch In The Wind
held
to the earth
by a blossom
Butterfly Alighted
small moment
enlarges
the day
Small White Butterfly
spirit
of a dear friend
visiting again
Social Call
dropping in
to share
the garden’s news
Sweet Goodbye
final visit
to the last
of the lilacs
Many Shades
blue on blue
butterfly in
the bachelor buttons
Portrait of Summer
eternal rock
seasonal bloom
a passing butterfly
Helene
garden’s goddess
overseeing beauty
from beyond
Homemaking
seeds ready for flight
intentions set on next season’s
home for monarchs
The Day is Full of Gifts
take
a moment
in the sun
Humble Abode
unassuming bloom
calling
monarchs home
Interlude
time stopped
eternity unraveled
in a visit to a petal
Nearness
Tim
seeks me
in the garden
small
white
butterfly
always
hovering
nearby
Ghost
that I glimpse
from the side of my eye
Darting through blossoms
resting on leaves
Taking advantage of sunshine and breeze
Pointing out a shapely cloud
waiting on my mailbox
inquisitive antenna cocked
Reminding me
as mortality
rages on
death
is not
the final stop
Mourning Cloak
before the flowers flower
the butterfly blooms
Into the light
all flights of fancy are grounded
until the sun dries dew from wings
Destination
Summoned by common color
a zinnia is the butterfly’s
landing pad.
Blue with Butterfly
Rest among the raindrops.
Blue flowers bloom without the sun.
Tattered Wing
Beauty is as beauty does
a swallowtail adores the rose.
Homemaking
seeds take
feathered flight
for monarchs’ sake.
Hostess
Dressed to the nines
in sunshine yellow with geometric designs in black
she graciously welcomes all to wander among the flowers.
Assembly
In the Northeast Kingdom
monarchs flock to the butterfly bush
before their pilgrimage south to sunny Mexico.
Monarch
The brightest colors
are put on display
when royalty visits.
Refinement
Brilliant red
butterfly wings
dancing in the breeze.
Purple and Orange
foliage sears color into our memory
before the white blanket of winter descends.
Nearness
Tim
seeks me
in the garden
small
white
butterfly
always
hovering
nearby
Ghost
that I glimpse
from the side of my eye
Darting through blossoms
resting on leaves
taking advantage of sunshine and breeze
Pointing out a shapely cloud
waiting on my mailbox
inquisitive antenna cocked
Reminding me
as mortality
rages on
death
is not
the final stop.
you are remembered.
