each pink purse
filled with love
for the world
Many Named Sweetheart
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
Happiness
small and simple
yet a delight of details
waiting to catch your attention
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