peering into Johnny’s face
admiring his tiny yellow freckles of pollen
I can almost see my own beauty
Let A Flower Be Your Mirror
An Echo Of Yellow
blossoms calling
back and forth
across the garden bed
Still Jumping
a merry band
of cheerfulness
still jumping mid-summer
In This Liminal Time
each morning
with the flowers
sweet dreams linger
Enormity
its tiny size
somehow made
the joy of its discovery
more enormous
Frog On The Toadstool
I’ll do
what I want
is his only thought
Nature’s Time
flowering sundial
it’s gnomon
the coulds
Jumping Up
exaltation
of summer’s
many tiny joys
Portrait of Summer
eternal rock
seasonal bloom
a passing butterfly
First One Up
dear Johnny
the last to bed
the first to rise
Procession
ascending blooms
parade color
across summer
Understood
joy
jumps up
purple profundity
Friends
Johnny jumps up
to greet me in the morning
pledging to forget me not.