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

Demure

unaccustomed to attention
woodland trillium
blushes

Legacy

Buddha leaves
a wake
of beauty and calm

Dearest Neighbor

these slower times
allow for longer visits
with the flowers

The Poet Sunshine

the flowers’ shadows
write their own poem
on the book’s pages

Garden Lights

sunflowers
still holding
summer sun

Remembrance Of The Forgotten

the fluidity of bloom
forgotten
the force of bloom
memorialized

Flowers From My Beloved

the sky
blossoms
into night

Summer Blooms Summon Fall

the garden’s call of color
an invitation
to the leaves to turn

Nana’s Dooryard Garden

her welcome
always joyous
and abundant

Fall Approaches

as everything changes
keep flowering
as long as you can

First One Bloom Then…

like ripples on a pond
the blooms go on and on

Not Done Yet

sweet September
unwilling to let
summer’s party fade away