be with
a dahlia bathed in sunlight
and feel your spirit rise
A Cure
Nearer To Thee
the closer I look
the more my view expands
and resonates with memories
Amongst
all the same
while each one difference
such is universality
Morning Dew
I can almost see time
accumulating
in the blades of grass
Evolution Of A Bloom
opened and yet closed
the very center
still to reveal all its complexities
Brown Eyed Butterfly
at the center of the day
one moment
perfectly balanced
Allium Sparklers
each seed suspended
on a stream of light
beauty bursts
Magnifying Glasses
every drop
a new opportunity
to see more
Simplicity
unencumbered
by pretension
pure perfection
Dawning Rose
she opens
lightening and brightening
expanding into the whole of the day
A Heart Can Hold Everything
shadow bird
perched inside
the lily’s heart
Lupin Guidance
start small
grow
into your own depth
and be
whatever color
is right for you
Basking
washed with heat
colors cleaned
spirit revived
Explorers Dare Encounter
petal-jawed garden dragons
who feast on rain
and daydreams
Oceans Of Color
in the deep pink sea
peonies undulate
their stamen anemone
Performance Artists
raindrop acrobats
balance on the petal edge
defiant of gravity
Promise
a preview of pink
before petals can
even imagine individuation
Sharing Blossoms
to catch a butterfly’s eye
be still enough to recognize
a kindred spirit
Tree-Side Village
the wee-est of the wee forest creatures
lived in a village on a tree
safe and snug and happy as can be
Let A Flower Be Your Mirror
peering into Johnny’s face
admiring his tiny yellow freckles of pollen
I can almost see my own beauty
Iris Leaves And Columbine
even perennials know
there is no such thing
as forever
Happiness
small and simple
yet a delight of details
waiting to catch your attention
Spring Visited The Nightstand
as tender administrations
of fragrance and delicacy
to accompany waking and dreaming
Shadow And Light
in their differences
how they amplify and echo
each other
Details
fine lines and symmetry
the extraordinary
hosta leaf
That Sweetness In The Air
it is
the maple wind
ushering in hope
Twinkling On A Still Dormant Shrub
stars that never dim
blooms of perpetuity
remains of the azaleas
Like Lightening
ivy veins
electrified
with living
Blues
tiny blooms
grace the ground
an echo of the sky
Phantom Limb
I still see
the rope swing, the wood pecker
your tender leaf buds and glorious colors of fall