even as winter’s grey descends
whoops of color
and a glittering flutter
November Gifts
Wild And Free
some petals spent
the joyful bloom
undeterred
The Bridge
hear the sound of dog steps
joyfully crossing
back and forth
Uncontainable
shoulder to shoulder
the flowers a joyful gathering
asking us to do the same
Uplifted
joy materialized
as the primrose buds
and blooms
To Brighten The Day
petals like silk
scent of spice
the rose-lipped carnation
Nature Writer
the dog tromps and romps
her tracks leave
a story of joy
Trumpeting Joy
daffodils in part comprise
the cheering section
for spring
Brightened By
a joy like the joy
of seeing an old friend
the cheering effect of pansies
So Many Workers Of Joy
we come upon
the elves hat rack
Santa’s workshop must be near
Oh To Bloom On
November sun transforms
the frost on the mums
into tears of joy
Always
the two at once
joy and sorrow
and the search for ways
to befriend both
To Make Friends
life presents us two companions
joy and sorrow
our task is to hold their hands simultaneously
Joy
sometimes joy leaps up
in my heart
like crocus from the ground
Joyful Like Twinkle Lights
strings of columbine
waltzing in the wind
shimmy in the sun
The Spark Of Tiny Berries
a glee of color
evidence
of nature’s joy
Last Hurrah
regardless
of the wear and tear
still exuding joy
Dizzy With Joy
spinning color
to the tips
of her petals
Confirmation
joy flew in
and stayed for a moment
proving it was possible
Saturation
so delicate
the density
of color and joy
OH Tannenbaum
you carry our Christmas wishes
all the way to the stars
Simple Delight
was sprinkled
everywhere
In The Dirt
call for joy
the day transformed
Bounce
discovering
joy in
everything
Enormity
its tiny size
somehow made
the joy of its discovery
more enormous
A Winter Radiance
here a rainbow rises
of colored branches
behold this halo of joy
Concentration
a potent joy
in the brightness
of crabapples
Nana’s Dooryard Garden
her welcome
always joyous
and abundant
Not Done Yet
sweet September
unwilling to let
summer’s party fade away
Joy And Sorrow
the dark and light
that passes through
our blue days
