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
Down The Lane
sunshine
is the address
of Betsy’s house
Double Bloom
within the hibiscus
dianthus
also blooms
Radiating Hope
a bright light
lifting us
up
Savoring The Sunshine
summer has not yet
opened the gate
to fall
Circle Of Life
every ending
ushers in
the next beginning
Morningside
residing
in the shadow play
heron starts his day
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
