quench the thirst
for beauty by
drinking in her loveliness
Pink Peony Perfection
All Sorts And Conditions
newness and perfection
are short lived
life takes
and the flowers give
Harmony
narrative of a perfect afternoon
written by the four parallels of
lines, light, water, rock
The Pieces Of Perfection Converged
this gorgeous afternoon
time itself
glittered
No Envy In The Garden
each flower
their own perfection
beyond comparision
A Perfection
of design
and gradients
of hue
Spring Tracery
the grand design
each leaf and petal
in it’s perfect place
Blue Only At The Edges
of the blue diamond
a new perfection
The Painted Fern
a perfection
of details and form
waiting to be discovered
Perfect Day
horses graze
as the landscape
kaleidoscopes color
Perfection Realized
to see her
cup the sunlight
in her perfect petals
Beauty’s Second Duty
perfectly pretty
the petaled
mulch
Palisades
ledge edge
defined by snow
precarious perfection
Everything At Once
each element
finds the perfect place
next to all the rest
Cat Naps
sharing the stoop
in the afternoon sun
perfect contentment
Told in Silence
quiet perfection
unfolding, unfolding
a rhythm of pink and cream
Perfect Pear
never seen
indoors or a store
living tree to mouth
Flowering Light
perfectly composed
by the side of the road
sunshine and shade
Begonia Umbrella
beneath
the begonia leaf
parasol perfection
Buche de Noel
mushroomed and mossed
the forrest’s
confection of perfection
Razzle Dazzle
red zig zagged petals
rick racked in fuchsia
perfection of pinks
Sacred Emily
petals poised
in perfection
transcended by
her scent sublime
Duo
perfection squared
tandem bloom
of festiva maxima
Perfect Proportion
the architecture
of a tree
sacred geometry
Stages
the progression of blooms
a triptych of peach perfection
The Golden Hour
November light illuminates
perfection of the commonplace.
September
asking nothing
September arrived
offering perfection
Summer’s Saturday
nature’s
backyard
perfection
Sweet Magnolia
The bright blue sky bites with cold.
Buds hunker down waiting for a warmer sun
to shed their fuzzy jackets and unfurl petaled perfection.
God’s Eye
In every blossom
the divine is looking back at you.
