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
Abstraction
her beauty
deconstructed
potent as ever
Shade Garden
each bloom
a beacon
of light
The Iris Departing
fading blooms
spiral
into themselves
Four Of The Eight Spots
the forest warden
wears
orange epaulets
Thunder Sky
the resounding clap
of heat and cold
colliding
Main Line
falling
down the leaf
to the root of things
It Was The Thorns
the small pink rose
shed
two tiny tears
Statuesque
in stone
and petaled forms
a nobility of beauty
Simplicity As Palette
the hosta
is a minimalist
with a grand presentation of form
Waterfall Iris
splashing color
over the garden
into the air
Wander
down by the vernal pool
where the big mushrooms
grow
What’s That?
they were young
and curious
about the world
Repose
motionless he remained
his soul already
flown to heaven
#zeninthegarden
#leafandtwig
#repose
