Traveler’s Joy


Darling of the door yard garden
clematis climbs up and along the picket fence;
most brilliant and ingenious buttercup.

Friends


Johnny jumps up
to greet me in the morning
pledging to forget me not.

Woodland Path

This is the path that leads to the place
where the flowers know your name,
walk slowly and listen to their stories of you.

Cone Flowers

Gone are the purple petal skirts and crowns of gold
but your beauty and grace remain
and will be scattered by the wind.

Flower Farm

Shoulder high your flowers grow
row after row
awaiting their service of solace or celebration.

What the garden gives

Midsummer brings the brown eyed susan,
cone flower, cosmo, pink and lavendar
onto the table, bedside and mantle.
An abundance of beauty.

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