the leaf a living canvas
of shape and form
color and texture
Abstract On Leaf
Music In Your Name
portulaca, portulaca
so much music in your name
to say it is to sing
Singular Beauty In Abundance
a crowd of beauty
each worthy of attention
to their intricate details
Essential Worker
the bee’s
skilled labor
precise and diligent
Lantana Lollipop
so sweet
she makes syrup
with the rain
I Remember
the sweet comfort
of your companionship
felt now at the sighting of our flower
Horological Botany
dandelion sundial
yellow petal hands
telling summer’s time
Ballerina
slender legs on point
beneath the petal tulle
of a flowering tutu
Allium Light And Dark
the depth
of light and dark
known best by the other
Biltmore Ballgown
oh you
in your fancy dress
ready to twirl in the garden
Within
the flower’s center
an intricacy of propagation
a bloom all its own
Pink Edged Columbine
cupping jewels of rain
wildflowers know
the true value of things
Wind Flower Witness
bright yellow eye
with ruby lashes
watching the day unfold
To Soon To Unfurl
mornings still chilly
the ferns snug inside
their fuzzy hoodies
They Bloom In A Bunch
lean in, lean in
and be transported
on the sweet scent of spring
The Thorn, The Leaf And Then The Rose
the thorns eternal
and budding leaves
enduring faith in the rose
Tulipa
a bloom forced
or better said
irrepressible
Arrival
the crocus arrived
as an outpost
of hope
Oh April
we are so weary of your cold
but still attempt to admire
your shivering beauty
Grocery Store Blooms
I purchased some hope
from isle thirteen
giving myself early spring
The Dried Hydrangea
in the bedroom vase
she carried color and hope
all through the long winter
The Ground Blooms In Browns
from the snow emerge
all the tiny details
of new beginnings
Welcoming Spring
kitchen sink
window sill
orchid bloom
Inspiration
to bend but remain upright
to break but not be broken
the heroics of a leaf
Uplifted
joy materialized
as the primrose buds
and blooms
Synchronized Ice
I see the sound
of ice birds
murmuration
To Brighten The Day
petals like silk
scent of spice
the rose-lipped carnation
Bronzed Leaf
contemplating
curves and curls
kissed by the bronzing sun
Time Abstracted
within in the flow
it wrinkles and bunches
but always eventually
untangles itself
Crackle And Crack
see the sound
that ice makes
when meeting salted macadam