the understory
three feet tall
another hidden world
Ferns So High
Arborvitae And Astilbe
regiments of green and purple
leaf and flower
guarding summer
Heat
August sun
so sharp and strong
the wooded shade
a cooling pool
Boardwalks
the forest laid
a second softer path
for tender chipmunk feet
A Favored Place
sitting on a warm stone
feet submerged in smooth cool
the perfect way to bridge a summer day
Summer Sidewalk
each day
a bloom
in the sun
Unveiling Of Wonder
one finger of light
ignites
the sense of magic
Wading Though Flowers
the friendly bees and I
share and tenderly explore
this wonderland of blooms
Deep In The Green
the brook
dissolves into
a sea of foliage
A Ray Of Light Across The Brook
the stones
invite me
to walk on water
Bravery
to rise
into the unknown
choosing life
Pastime
sitting quietly
gathering hope
waiting for bluebirds
Dahlias By The Wood Shed
wood waits for winter
dahlias blaze
in July
Morning Meeting
hello my deer
hello to wildness
and wonder
Iris In The Dooryard
the garden’s appointed
sergeant at arms
officiating summer’s bloom
Running Wild
across the field
gathering down by the brook
phlox roams the summer terrain
dodging deer
aspiring to become
bouquets
Dog Days
free to be
as lazy as the clouds
in a breezeless sky
Discovered Deep In The Woods
the quern stone remains
speaking of long ago efforts
at homesteading
Spires
they rise
as an exaltation of light
against the woods dark backdrop
Summer Patchwork
a patch of wildflowers
a patch of sunshine in the glade
a patch of forested shade
Smallness In The Large World
be not mistaken for
a shimmer, reflection or shadow
your being matters
The Flowered Breeze
the sway of color
the kiss of air
this is summer’s embrace
To Hold The Day
the pine’s
green fingertips
reaching out
Daydream
flowers rode
the nimble wooden horse
into summer
In Awe
as the light
paints the iris
I am transfixed by the divine
First Light
morning shadows wander
while we wait
for the horses to wake
The Lambs And The Donkey
the other
not stranger
but protector
Sermon In The Rock Garden
jack in the pulpit
preaches to his growing flock
of creeping phlox
Nobody Falls
named
by a child
such sweetness of sentiment
Enchantment
the passing light
a quick glimpse
into the fairies’ world