Fall pulls the color
from Susan’s petals
At the edge of the forest
where enchantment begins
grows a tiny tree of goldenrod.
Summer holds on
in sunshine and blossom
but Fall is pulling at her edges.
leaves no room
Dressed to the nines
in sunshine yellow with geometric designs in black
she graciously welcomes all to wander among the flowers.
This garden celebrates
black eyed susan as the queen of summer flowers
by giving her a crown.
Flowers feed the soul.
Unlikely colors blend and into me seeps
a joy of beauty that abolishes all greyness of spirit.
Brave souls of impoverished soil
who bring ecstatic dreams
As the first bloom fades
the next opens to its glory.
beacon of summer
buttercup is a kiss from the sun
Lavender and yellow delights
gather in the meadow
Woodstock for wildflowers.