so many hearts
on the garden’s sleeves
love abounds for everything
Declared
Quartet By Arborvitae
softly they sang
the colors
of butter and blush
Labor Of Love
tenderly ministering
to the two leaved starts
and all efforts beyond
Is A Rose
every petal unfurled
a painting in itself
the bud a well of color
Earth Awakens
first flowers rise
the river’s belly is full
everything tilts towards more
We Adore Her
primrose
the first rose
our maiden of May
Pink
pink rises
from the pale
until completely self saturated
Brought Inside
despite obstinate clouds
there was still sunshine
to pick and brighten the table with
Likeness
red feathered tulip
the cardinal’s
favorite flower
After Raking
first day in the garden
the bed’s leaf blankets removed
sun and shade waltz on the lawn
the promise of renewal revealed
Many Petaled Prayers
the ground
hosts great gratitude
for spring’s eternal returning
Horse And Garden
tools rest in the shed
by raised unmade beds
waiting for warmth to be trustworthy
A Dream
to be essential to creation
and venture in a daffodil
like a pollen coated bee
Hello Hellebore
your smiling countenance
making the most
of cloud filtered sun
Dear Dusty Miller
retrieved from the garden in late October
now on January’s window sill
defying winter with your growth and green
Woodland Cookies
sugar cookie leaves
a sweet feast
for forest creatures
Homecoming
every thing
on its way
to becoming one
Blue Goodbye
beneath the care
and protection of the pine
monkshood gifts us a final bloom
Late Bloomer
appreciated
all the more
this rose in November
Lily Berries
cheery berries offer
a bright goodbye
as fall fades
Legacy
coneflowers stand
in tribute to
their former themselves
Jack-in-the-Pulpit
the seeds
of next year’s
sermons
The Work Of Leaves
clean the air
nourish blooms and insects
replenish the soil
rest and return
The Finished Bloom
like a hand
reaching back
for seeds too scatter
Mid-September
the garden keeps on
with second blooms
and thirds
Rise Up
keep reaching
for the light
illuminate what is right
Cleome Like A Lighthouse
cresting yellow wave
in the ocean
of brown eyed Susans
Behold
the spent, the worn, the new
and the beauty
in each
Purpose Driven Life
unsung, they hum
these workers who so diligently
uphold the world
3,000 Miles To Go
departure time draws near
sustenance the only baggage
to pack for the journey
