time’s shuttle
weaving
branches, reeds, weeds
Wild
color
and form
undomesticated
Inward Outlook
deep
in the weeds
perspective is elusive
Bittersweet
in iced sunlight
brightness sweetens
the bitter cold
Garden Teachings
an instruction of
peaceful coexistence
tulips befriend the dandelions
Together
keep an eye on the road
and a head in the weeds
and bring all your quills home
Everyday Magic
dry weeds in a snowy field
the filament and flash
of ordinary days
Weaving
branches and weeds
a tapestry
woven on the loom of time
Wish
that goodness
thrives and multiplies
like weeds.
The Choir
Seedheads sing
winter’s carols
in the wind.
Dried
Before the first flake falls
the dried wild flower
shares a flurry of beauty.
Humble
Even weeds have their part to play
in the great display of spring.
Before Me
Red flags in a blue sky
reminders to
stop for beauty.
Rest
Until the crops have given their full yield
you may rest in the high weeds with the moon flower.
When it is time to till again you will carry the full weight of a man and his dreams.
Queen Anne
Delicate, lacey queen
who stands shoulder to shoulder with the commoners and weeds,
gracing flowerbed, roadside and meadow.
