full of light
and flourishing
in the dead of winter
Oh To Be
Cousin It
out in the woods
without your bowler hat or glasses
how will you find your way home?
Finding Flowers
dried by time
soaked by winter
and still blooming
A Tenacity Of Delicacy
thrown to the ground
by a punishing wind
intricacies undaunted
Shouting Out
a jubilation in red
amaryllis welcomes
the new year
January Thaw
a window into coexistence
the ice and mud
dried leaf and green grass
Affinity of Land And Sea
coral reefs on fallen logs
likenesses of
the ocean in the forest
Small And Sharp Like Puppy Teeth
the cold
has just begun
to nibble at the world
Winter’s Design
mosaic of ice
the ground’s
beauty enshrined
Through The Missing Part
the past
watches over
us
Summer Will Not Be Forgotten
a final
brilliant bloom
burned into memory
Steadfast
while garden beds are sleeping
there’s you blooming
in grand abundance
Wearing The Blush Of Cold
succulent roses
tenacious as barnacles
cling to the end of autumn
Learning To Fly
the seeds
are feathered
and ready for flight
A New Way Of Being
brittle and brown
a mirror
for light
Reward
brought inside
before the hard frost
a bloom of recompence
Becoming
in saying goodbye
the leaf became
a butterfly
Spinning Air
the wind
is the web
of the milkweed seed spider
Kerplop
silence
is broken
by a watery landing
And A Sesame Seed Bun
make my
veggie burger
with a fungi bun
Dress Up
poised by the window
in her shimmering succulent cape
begonia as a rosebud
Contained
all transformations
of the seasons change
assembled in the now
Within Reach
yesterday’s sunrise
appeared again
in today’s dahlia
Coleus Leads Fall’s Color Parade
with the zing
of a lime green
rick rack edge
Venetian Blinds
shade
is drawn
by leaves
The Flowers Knowledge Of Mystery
in the silence
beyond all words
resides understanding
Mentored By The Hibiscus
noticing the beauty
of each petal’s fine, intricate lines
new acceptance of my own
The Tale Of Queen Anne’s Lace
while tatting she pricks her finger
a drop of blood left behind
the price of beauty
Still Strong
time worn petals
do not detract
from her stellar vibrancy
Yellow Before Orange
dreaming of wings
even
before the cocoon