Green-gold leaves unfold in the sun
Heart shaped and delicate still
Soon they’ll shade sweet mulberries
And give the greedy birds a thrill.
Posted in Uncategorized on February 28, 2009| Leave a Comment »
Green-gold leaves unfold in the sun
Heart shaped and delicate still
Soon they’ll shade sweet mulberries
And give the greedy birds a thrill.
Posted in Uncategorized on February 27, 2009| Leave a Comment »
The dandelion is not welcome here,
Here in the lawn where grass is king,
The outcast weed has its revenge
When the aerial seeds start traveling.
Posted in Uncategorized on February 26, 2009| Leave a Comment »
Yellow spider in a yellow cup
Watching the world go by
Spinning a lacy little spider web
To snare an unsuspecting fly.
Posted in Uncategorized on February 25, 2009| Leave a Comment »
White clouds in a pale blue sky;
Deep blue stream goes flowing by;
The rippling lake is blue of hue;
But this pansy is the bluest blue.
Posted in Uncategorized on February 24, 2009| Leave a Comment »
Layer upon layer
The sun paints her sky;
Choosing her finest shades
To bid us all goodbye.
Posted in Uncategorized on February 22, 2009| Leave a Comment »
Age is loathed and dreaded by some
But it has its rewards, for sure.
Don’t fear the day when wrinkles come;
Scars can have their own allure.
Let the young folk run around
While you stand still and hug the ground.
Posted in Uncategorized on February 22, 2009| Leave a Comment »
A tangled branch in a tangled tree
Fell to earth in a windstorm’s spree.
Tangled still, it lies alone
Beautiful, but dead as stone.
Posted in Uncategorized on February 21, 2009| Leave a Comment »
A cherry laurel drowsing in the spring sunshine
The air swirling about it as sweet as wine
Hundreds of tiny blossoms, all curled up
Ready to burst open into lacy white cups.
Posted in Uncategorized on February 20, 2009| 1 Comment »
Camellias blooming in fresh spring air;
I love watching them slowly open
More and more each day
Revealing row upon row
Of silky pale petals
Until that peak, that moment of perfection:
Then it is over and the petals fall.
One moment is all there is.
I’m glad I’m not a camellia.
Posted in Uncategorized on February 19, 2009| Leave a Comment »
A lone azalea bud unfurls in the breeze
Long before the projected last freeze;
Spectacular thanks to its unusual rarity
But lonely blooming in its singularity.