phlox white clouds
the sky echos
the garden’s bloom
I Wanna Be A Bee
or perhaps a hummingbird
I’m a moth
with aspirations
Still Jumping
a merry band
of cheerfulness
still jumping mid-summer
Greeting Everything Where It Is
she opened
her beauty
in every direction
Sitting By The Fountain
listening to the water
share the story of
refreshment
Quiet Roar Of The Eastern Tiger
she carries
pollen on her back
and creation on her wings
Simple Delight
joy
was sprinkled
everywhere
The Petunia Looking Back
deep inside
a piercing
green eye
Counterparts And Wings
butterfly
on the thistle
the soft atop the bristle
Garden Party
hollyhock corsage
every one is invited
to summer’s dance
Ready For Her Close Up
above
the lemon burst sedum
rose campion strikes her pose
Resplendent Abundance
delphinium crowns
the yarrow masses
flanked by seeding lily
To Dine On Beauty
oh to hover in the flowers
and sip the sweetness
from every one
Exceeding Expectations
deemed ordinary
delivering a spectacle
oh the muchness of marigolds
House Wren On The Garden Rail
where to stay?
when all the world
is home
The Past, The Present, The Future
the garden’s rose bouquet
holding and offering the blooms of
yesterday, today and tomorrow
The Frog Overseer
from his porch perch
supervising
summer’s bloom
The Thrum Of Thirst
sipping sweetness
from the false foxglove
mocktails in the afternoon
Tender Hearted
amidst her silver foliage
fine and fancy hearts
on the garden’s sleeve
Just After The Sun Rose
a fairy
flew by
trailing magic
Shade Garden
each bloom
a beacon
of light
The Iris Departing
fading blooms
spiral
into themselves
Statuesque
in stone
and petaled forms
a nobility of beauty
Waterfall Iris
splashing color
over the garden
into the air
Surely Shirley The Poppy
all ruffles and fringe
purple and orange
pizzaz
The Curvature Of Color
colors
shifted and changed
as they traversed the iris’s curves
The Delicate Alongside The Enduring
each polygon
delivers
petals against granite
Blue Columbine
your color
is the baritone
of the garden’s chorus
Petaled Pinwheel
whirligig
which turns
without turning
Place
in the garden
my soul
resides