shadow bird
perched inside
the lily’s heart
A Heart Can Hold Everything
Beautiful Chaos
a tangle of leggy blooms
waltzing together
stem to shin
Location, Location, Location
birds too admire
a dooryard full
of flowers
An Insects Fair
cotton candy bee balm
one of many of
the outside’s delights
Welcome
on the potted porch
a hospitality of flowers perched
the door to beauty flung wide
Still Serving The Birds
the tree-spa stump
now host to
bath and beverage
Basking
washed with heat
colors cleaned
spirit revived
Explorers Dare Encounter
petal-jawed garden dragons
who feast on rain
and daydreams
Welcome Wild Neighbors
garden in the woods
a birdbath to feed
hawk and deer
Grace
the peony
bowed by the rains
dignity exemplified
Striking Poses
so many sides to you
each new view
a revelation
Oceans Of Color
in the deep pink sea
peonies undulate
their stamen anemone
Into The Woods
past the garden’s edge
the light in the woods
an invitation to more
Ways Of Being Chosen
to be picked by the eye
rather than the hand
is to be held in
an admiration of reverence
To Make Friends
life presents us two companions
joy and sorrow
our task is to hold their hands simultaneously
A Lazy Graze
cows know
how to do summer
slow and sweet
Performance Artists
raindrop acrobats
balance on the petal edge
defiant of gravity
A Fleeting Fame
duet of iris
took their moment
in the sun
Many Named Sweetheart
each pink purse
filled with love
for the world
Promise
a preview of pink
before petals can
even imagine individuation
The Saving Sunshine
banished now the dreary dread
of March through May’s gray
by pansy light and luminous leaves
Commencement
some say white
is not a color
but a beginning
Openings
between the heron and the house
morning wanders across the meadow
charming the new day
Sharing Blossoms
to catch a butterfly’s eye
be still enough to recognize
a kindred spirit
The Naked Eye A Telescope
sighting the shadow of a star
I discovered
a purple constellation
Reawakened
when my flame of awe flickers
nature’s beauty
fans it back to fire
Let A Flower Be Your Mirror
peering into Johnny’s face
admiring his tiny yellow freckles of pollen
I can almost see my own beauty
Circle Garden
at the threshold between sunshine and shade
the circle sculptures speak
of life’s liminal spaces
On the Terrace
even the granite
is somehow softened by the wind
and columbine’s enchanting dance
Stone Pug
faithful friend
maintains his place in the shade
between the bloodroot and the blooms