In The Valley Of The Lily

everything extending
the last of their essence
veritas of beauty

High Summer

the sun at her zenith
the shade deepens
all things ever balancing

Wander The Garden

the spirit restores
finding the space of place
along gracious paths


beneath waterlily clouds
the heron contemplates
elusive perceptions

Call To Worship

the garden grows
a temple complete
with spires of lavender light

Through The Darkness

the world awaited us
growing and blooming
summoning us back home

Flock Of Trillium

in they flew
on angel wings
or so it seems

Green Goblets

waiting to be filled
with the drink of rain
before fully unfurling

Magnolia Clouds

pure as a new spring day
the scented breeze
and petal’s shadow play