each bloom
its own
bold brush stroke
The Garden Impression
Divulged
modesty revealed
in the pinking
of edges
Hummingbird’s Lunch
come picnic
in the garden
we have sweets to share
Lilies By The Driveway
welcome they declare
we have been waiting
to greet you
Zinnia In Portrait
she turned
her best side
to face the sun
Lily Listening
there was music
in the lily’s
colored movement
The Monarch As Example And Inspiration
sighting you is
a reassurance of
possible transformations
Crown Vetch And Coneflower
an intimate
entanglement of pinks
quiet and loud
Expansion
vastness
contained in
the small center
Arborvitae And Astilbe
regiments of green and purple
leaf and flower
guarding summer
Do Not Disturb
the message clear
from the small butterfly’s
side eye
Yarrow Flames
bright and hot
blooms spreading
like wildfire
Pinked
across species
a flower and a leaf
share a language of color
Pure And Lovely
beauty and mystery
expressed
in petaled multiplicity
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