the barest blush
on petals
an exclamation
of the stigma
Touch Of Pink
Sermon In The Rock Garden
jack in the pulpit
preaches to his growing flock
of creeping phlox
Enchantment
the passing light
a quick glimpse
into the fairies’ world
The Shade Garden’s Invitation
a pop of pink
to pull you into
the shady embrace
How Beauty Lasts
each tiny part
opens in its own time
a progress of perfection
Mountain View
the view
and morning quiet
mend my soul
Like The Sun Itself
shining light
banishing doubt
declaring joy
The Thrumming Azelea
the pink called me close
the buzz and hum beckoned
come witness the bee’s congregation
Ready Or Not
light plays
hide and seek
in the iris leaves
What The Sun Brought
spring arrived
and even the dog stops
to contemplate the beauty
Yellow Roses
in celebration of ordinary days
picked from your mother’s yard
you would bring them often
and for no particular reason
Declared
so many hearts
on the garden’s sleeves
love abounds for everything
Quartet By Arborvitae
softly they sang
the colors
of butter and blush
Labor Of Love
tenderly ministering
to the two leaved starts
and all efforts beyond
Is A Rose
every petal unfurled
a painting in itself
the bud a well of color
Earth Awakens
first flowers rise
the river’s belly is full
everything tilts towards more
We Adore Her
primrose
the first rose
our maiden of May
Pink
pink rises
from the pale
until completely self saturated
Brought Inside
despite obstinate clouds
there was still sunshine
to pick and brighten the table with
Likeness
red feathered tulip
the cardinal’s
favorite flower
After Raking
first day in the garden
the bed’s leaf blankets removed
sun and shade waltz on the lawn
the promise of renewal revealed
Many Petaled Prayers
the ground
hosts great gratitude
for spring’s eternal returning
Horse And Garden
tools rest in the shed
by raised unmade beds
waiting for warmth to be trustworthy
A Dream
to be essential to creation
and venture in a daffodil
like a pollen coated bee
Hello Hellebore
your smiling countenance
making the most
of cloud filtered sun
Dear Dusty Miller
retrieved from the garden in late October
now on January’s window sill
defying winter with your growth and green
Woodland Cookies
sugar cookie leaves
a sweet feast
for forest creatures
Homecoming
every thing
on its way
to becoming one
Blue Goodbye
beneath the care
and protection of the pine
monkshood gifts us a final bloom
Late Bloomer
appreciated
all the more
this rose in November