the congregation
of monarchs
billows away
Tag: flowers
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
Simple Delight
joy
was sprinkled
everywhere
In The Dooryard Of The Birdhouse
the world
bloomed around us
it was enough just to be
Blue Only At The Edges
anomaly
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
supervising
summer’s bloom
Shade Garden
each bloom
a beacon
of light
The Iris Departing
fading blooms
spiral
into themselves
Blue Columbine
your color
is the baritone
of the garden’s chorus
Place
in the garden
my soul
resides
Spring Morning In The Garden
a feast
of delicacies
for eyes and insects
She Wears
freckles
with which
to charm the bees
Adorned
bestowed
upon Buddha
a headdress of iris
In This Liminal Time
each morning
with the flowers
sweet dreams linger
