Gathered and Dispersed

the congregation
of monarchs
billows away

Flower Farm

bees and butterflies
work the fields
beauty is the harvest

I Wanna Be A Bee

or perhaps a hummingbird
I’m a moth
with aspirations

The Way

gentle path
through the flowering field
the road to happy destiny

One Among Many

each the same
all distinct
as with flowers people

In The Dooryard Of The Birdhouse

the world
bloomed around us
it was enough just to be

Blue Only At The Edges

of the blue diamond
a new perfection

Morning At The Farm

first light caresses
the corn, flowers and barn
blessings of the new day

To Dine On Beauty

oh to hover in the flowers
and sip the sweetness
from every one

The Past, The Present, The Future

the garden’s rose bouquet
holding and offering the blooms of
yesterday, today and tomorrow

The Frog Overseer

from his porch perch
summer’s bloom

Blue Columbine

your color
is the baritone
of the garden’s chorus

Spring Morning In The Garden

a feast
of delicacies
for eyes and insects

In This Liminal Time

each morning
with the flowers
sweet dreams linger