The Painted Fern


a perfection
of details and form
waiting to be discovered

They Are Dancing

from the bench
we watch
firefly flowers

In This Liminal Time

each morning
with the flowers
sweet dreams linger

With Neither Seeds Nor Flowers


Fern’s
curly world
unfurling

Maple on Birch


at meadow’s edge
maple turns
summer’s page

Half and Half


sun falls
on the fern’s
summer side

 

Zen Garden


a pattern
of breath with
stillness in between

Destination Found


the forest’s
magic carpet
rooted to the ground