Demure

unaccustomed to attention
woodland trillium
blushes

To Be Chosen

flowers await
their moment
in the sun

Interval

do nothing
see
everything unfold

Everywhere

divine beauty
resides with us
in every ordinary thing

Open To Receiving

a winter walk
the wood’s gifts of beauty
match every step

Here

the place
to be alive
now

Field Rut

demanding attention
birch tree antlers
stand at the field

Modesty

so much
attention from the sun
petals blush

Generosity

before she falls
peony finishes the season
by blooming her leaves

Preen

gloat worthy primping
much more than being clean
this attention to attractiveness

Each Moment’s Bloom

so sweet the day
the air brand new
each moment blooms before me