Morning Meadow

night is banished
now is
light’s time to play

Simplicity As Palette

the hosta
is a minimalist
with a grand presentation of form

The Poet Sunshine

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


nestled between
the snow and log
late fall’s remains

Still Life’s Motion

what holds
the snowflake to the leaf
but hope and faithful buoyancy

Fall Approaches

as everything changes
keep flowering
as long as you can

One of Many

the shadow reveals
another definition
of self

This Humble Paradise

pause and let
time expand into
beauty’s forever unfolding

To Be Chosen

flowers await
their moment
in the sun

Summer’s Best Friend

take shelter
in the sweet shade
of the dear old tree

Everything Rises

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


winter’s long march
positions held for spring