Azalea’s Final Gift

she saved
her best for last
in this bittersweet expressionism

Flowers From A Friend

I submerge into
the sweetness and solace
of scent and colors

Apple Tree Offering

her limb
heavy with ripeness
presenting gifts

Another Gift Freely Given

a generous benefactor
the forest’s shade
on a hot summer day

Flowers From My Beloved

the sky
into night

The Fence With Crabapple Finery

a blessing
of snow
slowing us into now

Indian Summer

When an October morning is gentle enough for bare feet
and the dew is but a cool kiss…these are gifts of Indian Summer.