in the presence
of their beauty
I felt myself unfurl
Being With Peonies
Legs Akimbo
six knee-ed
nimbly ants traverse
the intricacy of bloom
Dancer
this rose
in her pinks
my garden’s ballerina
Respite With Roses
climbing the trellis
the rose
makes its way to heaven
Side By Side
here we are
so similar and yet
unreservedly different
Seasonal Devotion
like rowdy fans
in the bleachers
iris cheer on summer
Made Sacred By Intention
the faithful offering
of careful thought and tending
for vegetable starts and insects
Innocence
white peony
purity expressed
in petals
Rising
unveiled
the blue green
river valley morning
Contained
open
and let
your light shine
Dance Of The Dandelions
two stepping towards summer
the breeze lifting fluffy skirts
and changing their partners
Perennials
teaching with beauty
lessons of impermanence
in the eternal now
Circle Theory
connection is all
no beginning, no end
life ever moving on the continuum
The Garden Steed
motionless
and still I hear
the pounding of hooves
We Each Bloom In Our Own Time
unique
to each individual
the perfect timing
Awake In The Dream
the world
awash in bloom
I am centered
in the heart of creation
Fern Shadows
painted by the sun
your delicate constitution
echos on the woodland path
The Overlook
mornings are meant
for wandering
and wondering
To The Right And Left
here in the center
of the spring garden
hope materialized and amassed
Overture
spring time’s
sublime slow opening
of raindrops and subtle hues
Patience
foggy morning
the sundial waits
for the sun
Hearts
keep them
on your sleeves
for soulmates and bees
Keepers Of Place
my home is known
to me by trees
those guardians and greeters
Before The Opening
as enchanting as
the flower in bloom
is its prequel
As The Sky Moves
freedom
washes over me
I am untethered from worry
A Sly Shyness
the morning’s exploration
a concentration
of stealth
Simplicity
paradise made
with three flowers
and a bee
Lingering
morning moon
a white balloon
full of dreams
Sprinkling
they come in
by popping up
blue flowering rainstorm
Open Space
the days expand
mid-mornings linger
the feeling grows
that there is time enough