while tatting she pricks her finger
a drop of blood left behind
the price of beauty
The Tale Of Queen Anne’s Lace
Still Strong
time worn petals
do not detract
from her stellar vibrancy
Opposites Attract
soft fuzzy bee
atop
the prickly coneflower
Times Of Stark Relief
the light
of a certain kind
of sunflower night
The Landscape’s Breath
nature makes
a long exhale
of bloom and color
Birds Nest
a common name
for Queen Anne’s Lace
in seed – in deed
Enchantment
the garden’s stardust
comprised
of blossoms and buds
Gorgeous Georgia
the introduction made
by a gladiola
to Ms O’Keefe
What Can Be Done
a garden bed weeded
one small corner of the world
made right
Perfect Pairing
the monarch
and the white hydrangea
made for each other
Garden Hostel
such fine accommodations
rooms tailored
to each wingeds need
A Second Bloom
the imperative
to seed
intensifies the color
Hello
said the bunny
to the poppies
most delicious
Delphinium Rain
my drought
of color
ended
Unity
sharing a fundamental intimacy
the butterfly and marigold
depend upon each other
Blossom’s Bouquet
ever clever
hydrangea creates
a bouquet within her blossom
Faith In Flowers
all the ways of beauty
given
like an answered prayer
Revealed
she turned
one petal down
revealing her mysteries
of gradation and form
Forever
etched
into my heart
the vibrancy of bloom
Monologue In Pink
spotlight
in the shade garden
astilbe takes the stage
Time’s Turning
summer’s life seen
as a kaleidoscope
of colors
Oh To Be
a bug so small
a flower can be
made into your house
Her Reign Of Spring
peony the queen
presides
with pomp and circumstance
Could It Be
the details
on the butterfly’s wing
cast light instead of shadows
Elbow Length
an extravagant
elegance
of foxglove
Resonance
the iris
an echo
of poppy’s orange
The Sight Of 30,000 Lenses
the dragonfly
zooming by sees everything
with it’s spectacular eye
In The Simple The Divine
a single bloom
containing a universe
of beauty
Conundrum Of Beauty
like the backs of stars
the undersides of flowers
deliver the inverse of beauty as beauty
Rose Flames
no need to light the torch
the yellow rose bush
is blazing