ready to swing wide open
for any and all
kinds of kindness and love
February’s Gate
Sneaking By
there below the terrace
the elusive metal heron
keeping thoughts of summer alive
Sensing What Is Beyond Sight
like Mabel
the woods call to me too
beckoning with mysteries and solace
Finding Flowers
dried by time
soaked by winter
and still blooming
Companions
we are
more alike
than not
Ferocious Beauty
the birch
bows down
to winter
From Above
reprieved from freezing
a sun warmed soup
of autumn’s leaves
The Self Defense Of Propogation
like porcupines
coneflowers throw their seed-quills
for self preservation
The Light Like A Kiss Goodbye
sneaking in
beneath the storm
a caress of light and warmth
Steadfast
while garden beds are sleeping
there’s you blooming
in grand abundance
To The Hydrangea
cold
is a kind
of coloring stick
Glancing Back
you notice me
eavesdropping on
your song
A Bloom Near Winter’s Edge
once one of many
now the last remaining
ending with a beginning
As One
October rose
basked in the sun
I basked in her beauty
In October
marigolds make
their own
pumpkin patch
Blackberry Lily
you
ripen like
your namesake
Within Reach
yesterday’s sunrise
appeared again
in today’s dahlia
The Garden Before Bed
still in service
the watering can
and birdbath-dog-bowl
Coleus Leads Fall’s Color Parade
with the zing
of a lime green
rick rack edge
Yes
come feed on the garden
now that it is ending
slack your thirst at the birdbath
Sunshine’s Sunshine
namesake
the goddess
of energy and light
Venetian Blinds
shade
is drawn
by leaves
A Landscape Of Kale
consider
the edible
geography
Housing Tomorrow’s Beauty
seed heads
the flowers
chrysalis
Generosity
rain and roses
more gifts
from September
Brown Eyed Girl
as rudbeckia’s season closes
she speaks
of our ephemerality
Edged In White
such a small detail
thin fine line
the power of contrast
Amongst Blooms
in the petaled shade
a monarch’s
momentary pause
Black Beauty
each landing
a sacrament
of pollination
Still Strong
time worn petals
do not detract
from her stellar vibrancy