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

Vestiges


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

Frontline


throughout
winter’s long march
positions held for spring