presiding over
this convent of flowers
dedicated protector of insects and blooms
The Garden’s Guardian
We Call It Into Being
like the crow
I’ve taken to shouting
spring, spring, spring
Right Behind Us
perched in bare branches
just over his shoulder
is autumn then winter
Tomorrow
at the new year’s start
everything seems to look and lean
into and toward the future
Departure
finished pumpkin patch
crow makes his leave
winter is on the wing
Black in Blue
a crow waits
with the rest of us
for the dawning of green