butterfly
on the thistle
the soft atop the bristle
Exceeding Expectations
deemed ordinary
delivering a spectacle
oh the muchness of marigolds
Tender Hearted
amidst her silver foliage
fine and fancy hearts
on the garden’s sleeve
Just After The Sun Rose
a fairy
flew by
trailing magic
Like Walking To School Through The Blossoming Orange Grove
a scent so
delicate and delectable
it transports me back to childhood
Abstraction
her beauty
deconstructed
potent as ever
The Iris Departing
fading blooms
spiral
into themselves
Four Of The Eight Spots
the forest warden
wears
orange epaulets
Main Line
falling
down the leaf
to the root of things
It Was The Thorns
the small pink rose
shed
two tiny tears
Simplicity As Palette
the hosta
is a minimalist
with a grand presentation of form
Surely Shirley The Poppy
all ruffles and fringe
purple and orange
pizzaz
The Curvature Of Color
colors
shifted and changed
as they traversed the iris’s curves
The Delicate Alongside The Enduring
each polygon
delivers
petals against granite
Petaled Pinwheel
whirligig
which turns
without turning
Vibrant As The Sun
it burst into being
and brought me
with it
She Wears
freckles
with which
to charm the bees
Whimsey
a bauble of tiny blooms
an effervescence
of delight
Demure
unaccustomed to attention
woodland trillium
blushes
The Spider’s Muse
Charlotte always visited
the tulips for inspiration
before she began spinning.
Clouds On A Tree
they gathered on the bark
the cosmos
could be touched
In The Dirt
a tiny
call for joy
the day transformed
Quaker Ladies
they gather
in the meadow
sharing kindnesses
Intensity
defiant of the cold
the tulip
passionate with color
Fresh Start
the possibilities
of a new day
glinting
Wild Strawberries
sugared
with frost
before the berries
The Sad Flower Made Happy
penitent’s rose
the heart’s bloom
when forgiven
Between The Tulips And The Iris
tiny explosion
a potency
of blue
Early And Late
alternately
April blooms in
petals and snow
The Nest
woven with care
so fledging feet
will remember softness