the blue watering can
making poetry
out of the garden’s elements
Like The Blue Guitar
The Garden’s Green Surf
the shade
like wave sets
crashing on the lawn
In The Simple The Divine
a single bloom
containing a universe
of beauty
Rose Flames
no need to light the torch
the yellow rose bush
is blazing
She Remains Near
Nana’s spirit
wafting through the garden
on the scent of roses
Three Ingredients
a summer portrait
of New England
allium, clematis, clapboard
The Garden’s Centerpiece
a peony bowl
petals
holding light
Always Thinking Of Others
the tree’s
last gift is to home
the lichen and fungi
Free Hand
the artist added
extra water
on the watercolored iris
The Green Flock
brown tipped
feathers
of hens and chicks
Under The Crabapple In June
this tiny corner
of the world
lush in peacefulness
Garden Sea Anemone
the wind
moves like water
raindrops are her capture
Abstraction Of Iris In Bronze
each petal
in itself
a work of art
A Pansy Rave
tripping on color
the flowers
mosh
Late Arrival
one more
joyful shout
of spring
Sweet Primrose
they leaned forward
as if
to greet me
You
one among many
blooming
in common splendor
Morning Light
finds its way
over the rock wall
into the shade garden
Lunching With Tulips
at the glass table
in wrought iron chairs
we dine on beauty
Outdoor Cloakroom
milk container
coat check
string of ladies purses
Fluidity
pulmonaria
does not conform
blooming in both pink and blue
Violets In The Lawn
an open invitation
to pollinators
come and stay awhile
Portrait Of A Tulip Aflame
stepping from the shade
blazing, blazing
like the sun
Recognition
the prairie crocus’s
yellow eye glinting
back at the sun
Daffodil In Profile
a floral vanity
the consciousness
of one’s best side
Considerations
curious but skittish
in the fluffy coat of youth
is the garden worth the risk…
The Second Bloom All At Once
newly risen
she blooms again
in shadow
Generations
beneath her
a legacy
of flowering
How Leaves Bloom
with scalloped edges
and complex patterns
of white on peach
Conversations Across Time
fall’s iris pods
call across the river
to the tree’s spring buds