shadow and light
perform a dappled dance
stepping to August’s tune
A Song Of Summer
World Within A World
the garden
abstracted by rain
a new understanding of interconnectedness
Evolution Of A Bloom
opened and yet closed
the very center
still to reveal all its complexities
In The Flowering Meadow
in tandem
the soft caress of blossoms
the hum of insects busy
doing the work of the world
Brown Eyed Butterfly
at the center of the day
one moment
perfectly balanced
What Friends Do
the lily
happy to be
susan’s umbrella
Simplicity
unencumbered
by pretension
pure perfection
Dawning Rose
she opens
lightening and brightening
expanding into the whole of the day
A Heart Can Hold Everything
shadow bird
perched inside
the lily’s heart
Location, Location, Location
birds too admire
a dooryard full
of flowers
An Insects Fair
cotton candy bee balm
one of many of
the outside’s delights
Welcome
on the potted porch
a hospitality of flowers perched
the door to beauty flung wide
Still Serving The Birds
the tree-spa stump
now host to
bath and beverage
Basking
washed with heat
colors cleaned
spirit revived
Explorers Dare Encounter
petal-jawed garden dragons
who feast on rain
and daydreams
Grace
the peony
bowed by the rains
dignity exemplified
Striking Poses
so many sides to you
each new view
a revelation
Oceans Of Color
in the deep pink sea
peonies undulate
their stamen anemone
To Make Friends
life presents us two companions
joy and sorrow
our task is to hold their hands simultaneously
Performance Artists
raindrop acrobats
balance on the petal edge
defiant of gravity
A Fleeting Fame
duet of iris
took their moment
in the sun
Many Named Sweetheart
each pink purse
filled with love
for the world
Mountain Flower
blooming in the woods
for the delight
of trees
Promise
a preview of pink
before petals can
even imagine individuation
The Saving Sunshine
banished now the dreary dread
of March through May’s gray
by pansy light and luminous leaves
Commencement
some say white
is not a color
but a beginning
Sharing Blossoms
to catch a butterfly’s eye
be still enough to recognize
a kindred spirit
The Naked Eye A Telescope
sighting the shadow of a star
I discovered
a purple constellation
Let A Flower Be Your Mirror
peering into Johnny’s face
admiring his tiny yellow freckles of pollen
I can almost see my own beauty
On the Terrace
even the granite
is somehow softened by the wind
and columbine’s enchanting dance