jack in the pulpit
preaches to his growing flock
of creeping phlox
Sermon In The Rock Garden
The Thrumming Azelea
the pink called me close
the buzz and hum beckoned
come witness the bee’s congregation
Congregating Calm
quiet fell
the garden hushed
enters into camaraderie with solitude
Gathered In Worship
every leaf a prayer
at the steeple
of the felled tree
Gathered and Dispersed
the congregation
of monarchs
billows away
Clustered
crabapple
congregants
commune
Congregation
like dandelion wishes
snow flies and floats
congregating in expectation
Hikers
they gathered at the fence
soon to be
flowers in the field
Congregation
A flock of blossoms
perch on the garden fence.