Talking Sticks

the insects path
tell
the woodland’s story

Appreciation


The butterfly, cow and flower
conferring beauty
on the day

Gathered and Dispersed

the congregation
of monarchs
billows away

I Wanna Be A Bee


or perhaps a hummingbird
I’m a moth
with aspirations

Counterparts And Wings

butterfly
on the thistle
the soft atop the bristle

To Dine On Beauty


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

Spring Morning In The Garden

a feast
of delicacies
for eyes and insects

Dahlias In The Background


bookends of summer
monarchs on
Buddleia

Apparition


veiled in a silken web
the ghost appears
before the death

Hummingbird Moth


hovering
without the hum
unfeathered fuzzy one

Butterfly Alighted

small moment
enlarges
the day

My Lady and I


sunshine’s warmth
only residence
is inside the window