each tiny part
opens in its own time
a progress of perfection
How Beauty Lasts
The Thrumming Azelea
the pink called me close
the buzz and hum beckoned
come witness the bee’s congregation
Yellow Roses
in celebration of ordinary days
picked from your mother’s yard
you would bring them often
and for no particular reason
Declared
so many hearts
on the garden’s sleeves
love abounds for everything
Quartet By Arborvitae
softly they sang
the colors
of butter and blush
Greeted With Delight
your name exclaimed
when spotted in the woods
Oh! Trillium!
We Adore Her
primrose
the first rose
our maiden of May
Pink
pink rises
from the pale
until completely self saturated
Many Petaled Prayers
the ground
hosts great gratitude
for spring’s eternal returning
A Dream
to be essential to creation
and venture in a daffodil
like a pollen coated bee
Alluring
what marvelous lashes
on the pansy’s bright eye
Diminutive Details
the major lift
of minor bulbs
eliciting exclaims when seen
Hello Hellebore
your smiling countenance
making the most
of cloud filtered sun
Snow Queen
adorned
with diamonds
born of snow
Valentine
primrose
blooming love
to everyone
Bloom In Profile
amaryllis
every side
her best side
Rouge
the vixen amaryllis
an enchantment
amidst winter’s white
With What Is At Hand
old Queen Anne
her winter bloom
made of snow
Remaining
the couple
sustaining each other
in bloom
Dried And Frosted Meadow Flower
a beauty formed
by passing time
the ending delicate
as the beginning
All Things Possible
cabbage petals
ruffled like a rose
she dreamed herself
into flower
Blue Goodbye
beneath the care
and protection of the pine
monkshood gifts us a final bloom
Late Bloomer
appreciated
all the more
this rose in November
Legacy
coneflowers stand
in tribute to
their former themselves
Wild And Free
some petals spent
the joyful bloom
undeterred
Flower Farm
giving, giving, giving
until taken
by the hard frost
The Finished Bloom
like a hand
reaching back
for seeds too scatter
Mid-September
the garden keeps on
with second blooms
and thirds
Cleome Like A Lighthouse
cresting yellow wave
in the ocean
of brown eyed Susans
Behold
the spent, the worn, the new
and the beauty
in each