It Was Said In Blossoms

three paragraphs
in blue and pink and white
is how spring told her story

The Light, The Colors, The Change

all of autumn
in this leaf

Beautiful Goodbyes

as colors fade
the intricacies
of structure emerge


Simplicity As Palette

the hosta
is a minimalist
with a grand presentation of form

Bones and Softness

inhabited self
contradiction consummated

Each Leaf In Its Own Time

the landscape
with color

Classical Bloom

of spring
the white iris

Structure of Spirit

with all of youth departed
the essence laid bare
great beauty remains

Coneflower Repose

As you lie in the snow
the stark beauty of your form and structure
announce themselves to the white, white world.