Second Bloom

this time
raindrops bloom
into shimmering flowers

Portrait Of The Iris

a stately classic
who often surprises
with her sly insouciance

An Echo Of Yellow

blossoms calling
back and forth
across the garden bed

We Are Like


raindrops
in a puddle
essentially, eventually one

Diamond Drops


the only tool needed
for mining beauty
was observation

Circle Of Life


all
woven together
departure and arrival

Until We Meet Again


grasses weep
a tear or two
bidding summer ado

Concentration


a potent joy
in the brightness
of crabapples

Morning’s Glory


brilliant blue
heralding
this season’s colors

February’s January Thaw


the melt
holds onto
raindrops’ drop

 

 

Becoming One Another


the icing pond
receiving rain
so many ways to be

Secrets


winter gathers
at the pond’s edge
hiding cold amongst the reeds