The Formal Garden

fall has taken
most of her flowers
but not her elegance

The Leaving Season

late autumn
time rushes by
like leaves on the wind

In The Valley Of The Lily

everything extending
the last of their essence
veritas of beauty

The Chipmunk’s Mediation

perched upon
the dahlia stake
contemplating plenty

Garden Nymph

as the garden winds down
she keeps watch
for the hard frost

Last Hurrah

of the wear and tear
still exuding joy