Frost Dodger


as summer wanes
each flower more precious
for the precariousness

What’s In A Name?


call me
by my real name
groused the pheasant

Appreciation


The butterfly, cow and flower
conferring beauty
on the day

At The Sunflower House


every size and kind
of sunflower
under the sun

Field Colleague


we share a moment
then take off
to our work

Savoring The Sunshine


summer has not yet
opened the gate
to fall

Circle Of Life


every ending
ushers in
the next beginning

Cascade Of Hearts


the one hundred year old
stone frog
worships at this alter

In These Times


delicate bloom
in a vast sky
reassures

The River In September


the deepening
of green and blue
expands the view

Gathered and Dispersed

the congregation
of monarchs
billows away

Contemplating Life


a good companion
is the flower
full of quiet and complexities

Work And Play


between wood stackings
we put paddles in the water
time is our friend

Hummingbird’s Hallelujah


praise
for the nectar
sweet people make

View Of The Gate That Does Not Open


look past and beyond
the overgrown and closed
and see all that is

The Cup Runneth Over


a carpet of sunshine
unfurls
beneath the azure sky