tiny feet will climb
the fern leaf ladder
to their tree stump castle
Fairies Ascension
It Is Felt
a down of cold
the softest
kind of sorrow
Lucky Are The Wanderers
summer departs
like a rainbow’s end
the forest full of gold
Where The Light Gets In
true togetherness
resides in those little spaces
we honor between us
The Green Interpreter
consuming the color spectrum
and translating it
into a multitude of greens
Garden Tapestry
the days
of summer
woven in leaves
Portrait Of A Delphinium
backdropped by the black of shade
the meadow rue observes
an elegant blue lady
Into The Woods
follow the path
then make your own
the woods are truly home
Godzilla Fern
the marvelous
garden monster
growing dragon tails
I Came Across
a woodland shrine
of birch bark and mushroom
with a fern leaf offering
humble and holy
To Soon To Unfurl
mornings still chilly
the ferns snug inside
their fuzzy hoodies
Spring Cleaning
moss and fern
drinking light
purifying the air
Older Than Old
deceptive in their delicacy
older than the dinosaurs
the fern a living fossil
Spiral
turn, turn, turn
in upon the self
end at the beginning
What If?
we let wonder
unfurl as easily
as questions
Right Sized In The Woods
Buddha sat
his moss cushion
made of granite
Frond
a ray of light reached into the kitchen
highlighting every detail
of your design
Rock Koi Swim
beneath the surface
orange rocks swim like koi
undulating with the current and the wind
Come And Go
meadows of milkweed for monarchs
we scan for yellow black stripes
and then the chandeliers of chrysalis
until the triumph of your red-orange winged flight
Water Falls Along The Brook
pulled by
time and gravity
back to the beginning
There You Are
dodging raindrops
amongst the pansies
posing in a frame of leaves
we are friends I believe
The Saving Sunshine
banished now the dreary dread
of March through May’s gray
by pansy light and luminous leaves
Sea Of Green
a froth of fern
meets the garden shore of grass and sunshine
wave sets of trees gather in the distance
The Woods Still Hold Snow
winter’s grip
of blue cold
loosened by fern fronds
A Bit Of Green
in a world
gone nearly brown
a clutch of fern is found
A New Way Of Being
brittle and brown
a mirror
for light
Glancing Back
you notice me
eavesdropping on
your song
The Garden Before Bed
still in service
the watering can
and birdbath-dog-bowl
Fern’s Filagree
fronds
scissoring shapes
into negative space
All Of Autumn
taking place
in a puddle
on the ground