small and simple
yet a delight of details
waiting to catch your attention
Happiness
Friends Together
happy trillium faces
peeking out between
solomon seal’s long legs
Proximity
perhaps it was the wind
that transferred a touch of flaming red
to your buttery petals
Spring Visited The Nightstand
as tender administrations
of fragrance and delicacy
to accompany waking and dreaming
Shadow And Light
in their differences
how they amplify and echo
each other
Dear Ephemerals
the sweetness sweeter
for the shortness
of their stay
Bulbs And Cords
the seasons ever adjacent
tulips a banner of colors
brightening the wood pile
Summoning The Power To Bloom
an untold number
of miracles
must converge
Spring Dreams
all the world in bloom
and emanating
the green glow of hope
Welcome, Welcome
forsythia in bloom
throwing open
the proverbial garden gate
Primrose
blooming at my feet
before the weather reliably warms
lightening and brightening each step
Filagree Of Spring
each leaf and flower unfurling
a revelation of details and hues
spring in the woods making her masterpiece
Performance In May
amidst a chorus of violas
hyacinth the prima donna
claims center stage
Twinkling On A Still Dormant Shrub
stars that never dim
blooms of perpetuity
remains of the azaleas
Flowered Flight
mariposa
my magnolia
a bloom of butterflies
They Make The Sunshine
let the flowers
light
the way
Joy
sometimes joy leaps up
in my heart
like crocus from the ground
The Blossom’s Gaze
a bit
of lavender wistfulness
the longing to be outside
Satellite
receiving instructions
from last summer
on future destinations
Amarylis Did
with her stamens
she motioned me closer
come admire my details
My Orange Sun
warming me
with color
on these gray days
Power
forcing bulbs seem
to speed the arrival
of spring
Oh To Be
full of light
and flourishing
in the dead of winter
Shouting Out
a jubilation in red
amaryllis welcomes
the new year
The Self Defense Of Propogation
like porcupines
coneflowers throw their seed-quills
for self preservation
Summer Will Not Be Forgotten
a final
brilliant bloom
burned into memory
Steadfast
while garden beds are sleeping
there’s you blooming
in grand abundance
Reward
brought inside
before the hard frost
a bloom of recompence
To The Hydrangea
cold
is a kind
of coloring stick
A Bloom Near Winter’s Edge
once one of many
now the last remaining
ending with a beginning