Dressed to the nines
in sunshine yellow with geometric designs in black
she graciously welcomes all to wander among the flowers.
Susans’ Crown
This garden celebrates
black eyed susan as the queen of summer flowers
by giving her a crown.
Coral
At The Root Of It
The humble turnip reveals
all the beauty, all the struggle
of life.
Belonging
oh to be a bud in the cluster
a part of a tribe
together in the center of life’s circle.
Morning Glory
The blue trumpet of summer
announces another August day.
Sustenance
Flowers feed the soul.
Balm
There is no room for worry
amidst all the color and beauty.
Come and stay awhile.
Garden Path
Stepping stones warmed by the sun
beckon bare feet
to journey into serenity
Finding Place
The place to be
is precisely where you are.
Garden Illuminata
leaves harmonize
with shadow and light
in the stillness resides everything
Monarch
The brightest colors
are put on display
when royalty visits.
Labor of Love
There is a magic garden
where everyone is welcome
to come and take what they need
be it faith or flowers.
Sunflower
Presence
Show your true colors
bloom boldly
claim and exclaim yourself.
Greens
Magic Wands
Freckles
Splendid is the smattering
of red upon pink petals
freckle faced lily
enchanting girl of the garden
Lilly
Raspberry colored beauties
undeterred by the weather
wear raindrops like diamonds.
Red Flowers on Rock
On the Fourth of July
the garden celebrates in colors
with fireworks of blooms.
Auspiciousness
Marigold is the sun’s bride,
the guardian of goodness
at the garden’s gate.
Astilbe
The red spire rises.
Nature’s Olympic flame of summer
will burn bright for the duration.
Fleur-de-lis
Noble in color, royal in birthright
Iris is the garden’s rainbow goddess.
Traveler’s Joy
Darling of the door yard garden
clematis climbs up and along the picket fence;
most brilliant and ingenious buttercup.
Friends
Johnny jumps up
to greet me in the morning
pledging to forget me not.
Blooms with Stone
In the garden everything finds its rightful home
a stone is sheltered by a mass of blooms
and so it should be.
Sleeping Garden
Down in the field the garden bed sleeps
dreaming of rain, flowers and food
and knowledgeable hands that coax and groom.
Put the garden to bed
Cement Squirrel
Nearness
Tim
seeks me
in the garden
small
white
butterfly
always
hovering
nearby
Ghost
that I glimpse
from the side of my eye
Darting through blossoms
resting on leaves
taking advantage of sunshine and breeze
Pointing out a shapely cloud
waiting on my mailbox
inquisitive antenna cocked
Reminding me
as mortality
rages on
death
is not
the final stop.
