The Painted Fern

a perfection
of details and form
waiting to be discovered

The Thrum Of Thirst

sipping sweetness
from the false foxglove
mocktails in the afternoon

Tender Hearted

amidst her silver foliage
fine and fancy hearts
on the garden’s sleeve

Morning Meadow

night is banished
now is
light’s time to play

Just After The Sun Rose

a fairy
flew by
trailing magic

Like Walking To School Through The Blossoming Orange Grove

a scent so
delicate and delectable
it transports me back to childhood

Cows In The Pasture

however far away
place holders
for a summer’s day

Four Of The Eight Spots

the forest warden
orange epaulets


in stone
and petaled forms
a nobility of beauty

Simplicity As Palette

the hosta
is a minimalist
with a grand presentation of form


motionless he remained
his soul already
flown to heaven