lingering lilies
the bee balm’s re-bloom
September summer
Longevity
Mist Rise On The Meadow
the curtain rises
on the play
of another summer day
Concentric
a motionless twirl
sunflower’s
circle upon circle
Magic And Laundry
zinnias watch the day unfold
the driftwood horse oversees
sheets drying in the summer breeze
Wait Together
fog has made
the world small
but still big enough
Lavender Blue
afternoon shadow dance
the colors tango
blue cross step, lavender dip
The Elements Assistance
lean upon
the dependability
of day
Fledging
finding the courage
for all the flights
after the first
Morning Sun
orb of light
fairy godmother of
mysteries and miracles
A Wealth Of Tassels
the field top
glinting
with gold
Nature’s Pincushion
beatitude
held in place
with flower pins
In The Playhouse
frontier settlers
are making mud pies
for ranch hands
Stoplight
do not go
stay and admire
sunshine and saturation
Besties
ponies
shoulder to shoulder
synchronizing heartbeats
When The Garden Is Full
all wants
and wishes
realized
Breakfast For Dinner
forest breakfast nook
pancakes sprouted
by the maple tree
By The Barn
white foam
of the wildflowers’ wave
splashing on the meadow
Two Sisters
the clover and the dahlia
more similar than different
yet each particular to herself
The Garden Stairs
slowly we take the steps
reluctant to reach
the peak of bloom
Worn Wing
life takes
and yet the swallowtail
still flies
Swept Clear
this fast moving sky
whisked away
all worries
The Queen And Her Constituents
without the wild
and abundant
nothing to reign over
Reaching Past The Rooftops
ambition
is the weed’s
decree
Delphinium With Hummingbird
a shared translucence
in petal and wing
delicate, determined things
A Place In The Sun
morning moves
the night aside, then
a spotlight just for you
House At The End Of Queen Anne’s Lane
a road of dirt
the flowers wild
this kingdom ruled by bees
Beauty Of The Spent Bloom
grace remained
even after
your youth departed
Reiteration
amongst astilbe plumes
echo
bee balm blooms
Contemplation On The Branch
in dappled shade
beneath the whisp-ing clouds
hawkish thoughts
The Veil Lingers
in the softness
of a summer morning
the landscape still dreaming