all ruffles and fringe
purple and orange
between night’s descent
and the sleeping earth
resides the colored breath of light
sung by nasturtium
sisters hold the secret
of simultaneously being
magenta and scarlet
the pollen planet
saturn of sunflowers
emanating the light of the moon
no need for a knife to free its face
its spirit rises from the shape
the pumpkin’s tale
burst of joy
zinnia in orange
there is still enough warmth in the sun
to want to rock on the porch a bit
The brightest colors
are put on display
when royalty visits.
A blossom speaks my prayer for me.
May I share my best
and leave a legacy of loveliness.
Indian Paintbrush colors the meadow
with embers of sunset.
Marigold is the sun’s bride,
the guardian of goodness
at the garden’s gate.
Morning began with a light pink sky so delicate
it could never suggest the evening it brought
and its intensity of red and orange.