Queen Anne and Goldenrod

the meadow
a fall display

Morning Glory

I fly in your sky
and swim in
your ocean of blue

Essential Elements

steel heron
waits by stone bowl
filled with rain


being both
demure and extravagant
she beguiles

Now The Light Slants Towards September

shadows grow longer
the birdhouse stands empty
the quiet of fall approaches

Flower Farm

bees and butterflies
work the fields
beauty is the harvest

Our Spot

I’ll meet you there
when the stars come out
and we’ll name them until dawn


an explosion of orange
sending curves into curls
and polka dots popping

A Complexity Of Symmetry

circle upon circle
the center
echos the edges

The Awakening Day

gentle as
a mother’s kiss
the touch of dawn

Fall Preparations

room in the cheeks
room in the stash house
work to be done

Pink Moon

made of cotton candy
glowing all the day
sweet bella luna

Between And Beside

amidst the prickly places
filaments of tenderness
keep calling for touch

Ricochet Of Loveliness

phlox white clouds
the sky echos
the garden’s bloom

I Wanna Be A Bee

or perhaps a hummingbird
I’m a moth
with aspirations

Cyclone Of Color

the wind
picked up the sunset
and spun it into the sky

Still Jumping

a merry band
of cheerfulness
still jumping mid-summer