the only tool needed
for mining beauty
was observation
This December’s Interval
rock, leaf, ice, snow
elements and artifacts
underfoot
Light In The Leaves
shining like gold
glowing like embers
light is life
Snow Fern
browned fronds
their intricacies
flocked
In Community We Nestle Together
like kernels on the cob
our places distinguished
by proximity to each other
Bellicose Beauty
running wild
with the grapes
scheming bittersweet
Calling Card
fall left
a sweet pink
goodbye
Found And Found Again
the truth
of beauty
is always rearranging
What Leaving Leaves
behind
the missing spot
lies tomorrow
More Precious For The Wear
even as life
takes from us
our beauty remains
Until We Meet Again
grasses weep
a tear or two
bidding summer ado
Every Bloom A Manifestation Of Faith And Hope
she came indoors
with her mission to carry us
through our long winter days
Concentration
a potent joy
in the brightness
of crabapples
Holiness Seen
tiny white outline
halo
on hallowed leaf
In Sunlight Milkweed Seed Readies For Flight
from order
evolves the chaos
of creation
Tomato
ripeness
ascends from
the blossom end
Reformation
pinked
from chilly nights
dew and disintegration
Depth Of Bloom
lit
from within
soul of the rose
Flame
ablaze
with color
tribute to summer
Of Intricate Design
cloisonne’d wings
on an
all green being
Largess Of Life Force
emanating energy
even
in stillness
Oh Dahlia
lady in red
takes
her star turn
Hollyhock Perpetuity
seeding
the future
so goes eternity
Keyhole
the aperture
through which
time and seasons pass
Burning Bright
without
tooth or claw
this tiger lily be
Proliferation
pink rabbit ears
multiply
before my eyes
Thistle By The River
in the wind
whistling
as water passes
Inward Outlook
deep
in the weeds
perspective is elusive
I Saw
the hollyhock
listening
to time fleeting
First Dahlia
a dazzler adorns
the back porch
hand rail