clean the air
nourish blooms and insects
replenish the soil
rest and return
The Work Of Leaves
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
The Mesosphere Nearby
inside the mallow’s bloom
a kind of shooting star
beauty streaking past
Stop
wait and watch
as the sun reveals
today’s gifts
Deep In The Daylilies
one shiny black eye
unmasked
his stone disguise
Heat
these coneflowers
an inferno
of color
The Garden’s Guardian
presiding over
this convent of flowers
dedicated protector of insects and blooms
Blue Diamonds
glinting
with sunshine
and raindrops
Blooming Like A Starry Night
one white star
shining in
the purple petal sky
A Beauty And Her Beauty
a jewel
in her crown
butterfly alights on coneflower
Winged Reverence
the cardinal bows
his head in prayer
blessing the bowl
and the water it holds
One Drew Me In
finely feather flower
your enchanting charisma
blurs the other blooms
Uncontainable
shoulder to shoulder
the flowers a joyful gathering
asking us to do the same
The Brightening
fuchsia lanterns
preparing to cast
their petal light
Vulnerabilities
pink plastic flamingos
their only predators
the elements, time and asethics
Silent Invitation
like breadcrumbs
we sprinkle red flowers
for hummingbirds
A Duty Of Beauty
columbine has set her seed
one last hurrah
she blooms her leaves
The Estate
bee balm bloom
by the blue door
a kind of coat of arms
Solitude
to bloom in solitude
is still
to bloom
Make Holy The Housework
while the laundry dries
let it be perfumed
by summer blooms
Pink Flare
announcing
the necessity
of joy
Cheerleaders
purple petal pom poms
cheering on
the garden’s bloom
Rising Temperatures
the smoke tree billows pink
as the door yard basks
in summer’s heat
Garden Tapestry
the days
of summer
woven in leaves