it will be spring
that flips the switch
of cosmo lights
Seed Chandelier
The Fall
colors being absorbed
by roots
already nourishing spring
The Tender Morning Blooms
now winter’s hardships
seem worthwhile
for they have brought us here
Welcomed In
the perfume
called me close
into the sweet community
Instructions
keep close
keep together
keep between us
Spring Morning
a gentle lavender call
to greet day
stirs the river
Dear Ephemerals
the sweetness sweeter
for the shortness
of their stay
Spring Dreams
all the world in bloom
and emanating
the green glow of hope
Primrose
blooming at my feet
before the weather reliably warms
lightening and brightening each step
And Sometimes
the journey home
is strikingly different
but the destination is the same
They Make The Sunshine
let the flowers
light
the way
How Sight Can Be A Feeling
Buddha sees
the beginnings of blooms
behind him
Blues
tiny blooms
grace the ground
an echo of the sky
The Stone Step’s Chronicle Of Time
the old antler
and its shadow in repose
above bloodroot blooming as light
Naturalization
they belong here
because they are here
a legacy of roots
On The Edge Of Spring
in the gentle sun
lift your voice
in song
Joy
sometimes joy leaps up
in my heart
like crocus from the ground
With All Blooms And Beginnings
first and most mysteriously comes
an internal expansion
that commands glorious opening
The Blue Sky Tries
still some snow
as the field softens into mud
this is the season of small beginnings
Step Through
the archway a threshold
suspending the invisible veil
between winter and spring
Spring Dream
new life
hatched and feathered
in sunshine and blue sky
Apparitions Of Spring
like garden ghosts
leaves appear
upon the icy window
Power
forcing bulbs seem
to speed the arrival
of spring
Daydream Of Spring
with this blue sky
those raindrops
may bloom into flowers
Morning Light
finds its way
over the rock wall
into the shade garden
Pause
to revel in
the many marvels
of nature’s designs
A Reach For The Sun
in lilac’s first bloom
she unfurls
purple tipped leaf buds
Embrace Of An Old Friend
in cold, windy woods
spring rose up
to greet me
Slowly On Her Way To Us
it seems it is
the river bend that
brings us spring
Budding Young Artist
spring’s canvas
is the landscape
growth is her medium