beauty and mystery
expressed
in petaled multiplicity
Pure And Lovely
Dahlias By The Wood Shed
wood waits for winter
dahlias blaze
in July
Iris In The Dooryard
the garden’s appointed
sergeant at arms
officiating summer’s bloom
The Best Matinee
spend the afternoon
watching shadows play
on the hosta leaves
Hospitality
the porch’s welcome
an embrace
of flowers and shade
The Petaled Sun
I imagine
the seeding dandelion
is your moon
Red Begonia
if fire
was a flower
it would be you
Allium Here And Gone
your delicate intricacies
did not depart
with your bloom
Spires
they rise
as an exaltation of light
against the woods dark backdrop
Variance Of Variegation
painted like
a picket fence
anomaly of white
The Flowered Breeze
the sway of color
the kiss of air
this is summer’s embrace
Garden Shore
an ocean of beauty
fern waves crash
into flower foam
Within The Spiral
be like a bee
close enough to see
pink transformed to red
Daydream
flowers rode
the nimble wooden horse
into summer
Memories Amass
like days
in a life
recollections accrue
forget-me-not
In Awe
as the light
paints the iris
I am transfixed by the divine
First Light
morning shadows wander
while we wait
for the horses to wake
Touch Of Pink
the barest blush
on petals
an exclamation
of the stigma
Sermon In The Rock Garden
jack in the pulpit
preaches to his growing flock
of creeping phlox
Enchantment
the passing light
a quick glimpse
into the fairies’ world
The Shade Garden’s Invitation
a pop of pink
to pull you into
the shady embrace
How Beauty Lasts
each tiny part
opens in its own time
a progress of perfection
Mountain View
the view
and morning quiet
mend my soul
Like The Sun Itself
shining light
banishing doubt
declaring joy
The Thrumming Azelea
the pink called me close
the buzz and hum beckoned
come witness the bee’s congregation
Ready Or Not
light plays
hide and seek
in the iris leaves
What The Sun Brought
spring arrived
and even the dog stops
to contemplate the beauty
Yellow Roses
in celebration of ordinary days
picked from your mother’s yard
you would bring them often
and for no particular reason
Declared
so many hearts
on the garden’s sleeves
love abounds for everything
Quartet By Arborvitae
softly they sang
the colors
of butter and blush