Just After The Sun Rose

a fairy
flew by
trailing magic


in stone
and petaled forms
a nobility of beauty

The Curvature Of Color

shifted and changed
as they traversed the iris’s curves

In This Liminal Time

each morning
with the flowers
sweet dreams linger

Between The Tulips And The Iris

tiny explosion
a potency
of blue

Directions Home

at the fence end
the birdhouse’s front yard
a round of iris pods

The Same And Different

claiming self

Everything Rises

as morning sidles
to the edge of the garden
the gingko bows to the day

Joyous Cacophony

bleeding hearts
tambourine the wind
allium and iris
sing solo notes