Coral


Geranium makes the garden’s coral
a blossom so shimmery, fresh and delicate
it might have come from the ocean floor.

Posey


A tiny bouquet of piercing red
surrounded by heart shaped leaves
offered to you by August.

Sunflower


The lighthouse of flowers
shinning the way to happy days
for lost or weary souls.

Communion


A blossom speaks my prayer for me.
May I share my best
and leave a legacy of loveliness.

Freckles


Splendid is the smattering
of red upon pink petals
freckle faced lily
enchanting girl of the garden

Buttercup

Shinning yellow
beacon of summer
buttercup is a kiss from the sun

Lady Slippers

These are the magic shoes that fairies wear
to the Pine Needle Ball each summer solstice.

The Artist


Indian Paintbrush colors the meadow
with embers of sunset.

Moth Magic


Fuzzy lemon drop
wings kissed by lavender
one pink leg steps forward

Auspiciousness


Marigold is the sun’s bride,
the guardian of goodness
at the garden’s gate.

Fleur-de-lis


Noble in color, royal in birthright
Iris is the garden’s rainbow goddess.

Honeysuckle


Heavenly scented, heady hedgerow
offering frilly goblets to hummingbirds.

Lilac


Prodigy of spring
sweetly scents
the warming days

Dew


Dew drops balance
on the tips of grass blades
until it is time to wed the earth.

Wishes


Scatter your wishes
farther than your feet will ever travel.
Dream dreams bigger than the universe.

Ancient Ones


Fern is the dinosaur
who still roams the earth
waving its dragon tail.

Living


In April the earth vibrates
with a growing, glowing green
that celebrates each second of aliveness.

Green Being


The soul of the violet is green
and houses all gradation of color
for it is more interested in particulars than generalities.

Beauty of Decay


Delicate lines, individual patterns, unique characteristics
these are the traits of spalting,
the mysterious work and beauty of decay.

Cartography


Like lines on a face
bark is the map of a tree’s experience
a testament to the demands of living.

Endurance


Dangling over the hard, frozen river
seedpods dance in the bitter winds of winter;
awaiting their new life flight on the gentle breeze of spring
and planting in soft, fertile ground.