columbine has set her seed
one last hurrah
she blooms her leaves
A Duty Of Beauty
Head Turner
columbine
in profile
no bad side
The Overlook
mornings are meant
for wandering
and wondering
Striking Poses
so many sides to you
each new view
a revelation
On the Terrace
even the granite
is somehow softened by the wind
and columbine’s enchanting dance
Iris Leaves And Columbine
even perennials know
there is no such thing
as forever
Joyful Like Twinkle Lights
strings of columbine
waltzing in the wind
shimmy in the sun
Wildfire
racing through the garden
carried by the wind
columbine’s wild flames
Just After The Sun Rose
flew by
trailing magic
Petaled Pinwheel
which turns
without turning
They Are Dancing
we watch
firefly flowers
In This Liminal Time
with the flowers
sweet dreams linger
Ruffles
a little frill
on leaves
Reformation
pinked
from chilly nights
dew and disintegration
Pink Halo
columbine departs
trinity of trinity
leaves asunder
Set Upon By The Sun
joyful sparks
in Nonnie’s garden
columbine catch fire
Columbine Consecration
garden prayers
in the morning light
a flowering devotion
Wild Fire
deep in the shade
wild columbine’s
embers burn
