Four Of The Eight Spots

the forest warden
orange epaulets

Surely Shirley The Poppy

all ruffles and fringe
purple and orange


every year they meet
at the base of the tree
their love renewed each spring

The Curvature Of Color

shifted and changed
as they traversed the iris’s curves

Blue Columbine

your color
is the baritone
of the garden’s chorus

Taking The Day

mother and child
side by side
into the morning mist

Spring Morning In The Garden

a feast
of delicacies
for eyes and insects

As the Day Slowly Rises

beneath the surface
the clarity
of dreams persist

They Are Dancing

from the bench
we watch
firefly flowers


the sentry
guarding the feeder
as dawn wakes the day