lazy boats
only the clouds
are sailing today
Dog Days
The Hollyhock Reserved
the bloom demures from view
what trust and courage it must take
to reveal the source of your enigmatic state
In Exchange
color leaving leaves
to redden berries and set the seeds
the bargain that autumn demands
Late Summer Garden
field grass high and in seed
flower stalks looking for rest
abundance about to tip into decline
this is the story of the passage of time
Old School
naked square bales
no plastic marshmallows here
the only white is wildflower bloom
Pause
while in admiration
everything else retreats
and the now is peacefulness beautified
Second Blooms And More
giving again and again
yarrow’s generosity
April through October
Rock Koi Swim
beneath the surface
orange rocks swim like koi
undulating with the current and the wind
The Tree’s Topography
a map of life
the bark divulging
her valleys and mountains
Orchestra Of Colors
lily’s song of joy
resounding in the misty morn
pink overture to a summer’s day
Willing
in the garden I begin to learn
how to let difficulties pass
like shadows across a petals
Told By The Road
the future is uncertain
but for this
together we go on
Sun Catcher Dream Catcher
dahlia’s petaled hoop
filtering light from dark
dreams from daymares
A New Galaxy Appeared
in the puddle’s universe
Saturns abound
rings need no moon
Heron On High
you are an arrow
piercing
the foreboding sky
Brass Echo
early turning
some azalea leaves browning
the watering can echos below
Progression
a ladder of life ascending to heaven
each bloom on the gladiola stalk
rounds the cycle of life and death
Begin
the fence
is neither
start nor finish
Sundial
a shadow falls
across the face
of time
Prayers At The Marsh
may the heron bless me with a sighting
may the mist rise and grant me clarity
may the water’s reflection give me a second chance to see
Summer Afternoon
these clouds carry
shade not water
and still we are thankful
Nearer To Thee
the closer I look
the more my view expands
and resonates with memories
The Queen’s Heron
across the water
white feathers converse
with white flowers
Three Sky Morning
the day already divided up
the pink sunrise, a blue mid-day
a mackerel bellied sunset
Monkshood
at the meadow monastery
frugal simplicity reveals
extravagant complexities
Amongst
all the same
while each one difference
such is universality
Concealment
the golden glow of sunlit dill
a perfect camouflage
for feasting finch
Building Blocks
one lone piece
of our river valley
mountains and palisades
Morning Dew
I can almost see time
accumulating
in the blades of grass
The Romantics
they meet each dawn
in the flowering meadow
just to gaze into each other’s eyes