when the ground is where the sky belongs
and you find yourself on the inside looking out
balance, daring and sticky toes will set the world right
The World Upside Down
Late Summer Garden
field grass high and in seed
flower stalks looking for rest
abundance about to tip into decline
this is the story of the passage of time
Ballet Alfresco
the meadow allegro
in her pink tutu
unopened blooms a pas de deux
Beautiful Chaos
a tangle of leggy blooms
waltzing together
stem to shin
Lupin Guidance
start small
grow
into your own depth
and be
whatever color
is right for you
Welcome
on the potted porch
a hospitality of flowers perched
the door to beauty flung wide
A Lazy Graze
cows know
how to do summer
slow and sweet
Openings
between the heron and the house
morning wanders across the meadow
charming the new day
Circle Garden
at the threshold between sunshine and shade
the circle sculptures speak
of life’s liminal spaces
Stone Pug
faithful friend
maintains his place in the shade
between the bloodroot and the blooms
The Tender Morning Blooms
now winter’s hardships
seem worthwhile
for they have brought us here
How A Hearth Makes A Home
the woods are our walls
and the floor a carpet of forget-me-nots
we use the sky as ceiling and heaven as the roof
Spring Morning
a gentle lavender call
to greet day
stirs the river
Work
to bee
unobtrusive
in the beauty
Jane’s House
elegant in white
morning mist and magnolias
shroud your sanctuary
How Sight Can Be A Feeling
Buddha sees
the beginnings of blooms
behind him
With Inside Voices
tulips whisper
back and forth
about buttercup yellow
Imperative
flowers in March
the grocery store
suffices for the garden patch
Power
forcing bulbs seem
to speed the arrival
of spring
Spectacle Of The New Day
morning rose
the sky
in full bloom
Housing Tomorrow’s Beauty
seed heads
the flowers
chrysalis
Lace On The Water
when light
is thread
flowers are doilies
Daydreams
the world
is muted and precise
all at once
Like The Blue Guitar
the blue watering can
making poetry
out of the garden’s elements
The Garden’s Green Surf
the shade
like wave sets
crashing on the lawn
Under The Crabapple In June
this tiny corner
of the world
lush in peacefulness
Generations
beneath her
a legacy
of flowering
The Chipmunk’s Mediation
perched upon
the dahlia stake
contemplating plenty
Little Wren
do you know
how I count on you
to carry hope
Sweet Perfection
make mine
two scoops
of chocolate dahlia