silently you rise
taking my spirit
with you
I Am Lifted
Being Found
nocturnal friend’s
afternoon visit delivers
a message of hope
Safe Harbor
anchors down
spirits buoyed
by community
She Remains Near
Nana’s spirit
wafting through the garden
on the scent of roses
Wander The Garden
the spirit restores
finding the space of place
along gracious paths
Unassuming Yarrow
mends the body
re-awakens the spirit
a healer for centuries
Blending In
wearing the colors
of your surrounds
your spirit flashes through
Shade Upon Shade Of Blue
with my eyes
I wade into the sky
to cleanse and refresh my spirit
Cathy’s Chrysanthemums
her spirit visits
each year bringing us
flowers to remember her with
Renewal
autumn’s intensity
of color and light
renews my spirit
Cardinal
sighting you
brings delight
as deep as your color
Alighted Illumination
one leaf only
chosen
by the light
Seen From Above
heaven’s clouds recognize
the tiny speck
as the church’s steeple
Two Came Together
summertime visit
from dear friends
long departed
Granite Face
head cocked
piercing eye
shy smile
No Longer A Stranger
in nature found
a reacquaintance
with self
Tree Spirit
all seeing
knot hole eye
mouth of the missing branch
Taking It In
sunning yourself
on the fencepost
spirit in light
Ghost Tree
times’s skeleton
a spirit
amidst mist
Small White Butterfly
spirit
of a dear friend
visiting again
Wild Flowers With Fence
the spot where
spirit meets
with daily life
Written By The Garden
a poem
made of
space
Helene
garden’s goddess
overseeing beauty
from beyond
No Need To Ask
no longer here
yet everywhere
you are not forgotten
The Maple’s Ghost
floated by
gracefully entering
the next dimension
The Spirit’s Residence
woods
between the trees
sanctuary
Cheered On
the faltering spirit
finds footing and support
in the solace of the garden
Ma Donna
Madonna appeared
in a cairn of stones
offering prayer and blessing
Four Fields
the spirit farmer’s
ephemeral harvest
is autumn light
Nearness
Tim
seeks me
in the garden
small
white
butterfly
always
hovering
nearby
Ghost
that I glimpse
from the side of my eye
Darting through blossoms
resting on leaves
Taking advantage of sunshine and breeze
Pointing out a shapely cloud
waiting on my mailbox
inquisitive antenna cocked
Reminding me
as mortality
rages on
death
is not
the final stop