the waters of spring
flood the meadows with blossoms?
walking the cows home
Where marigolds bloom
Crisp water runs smooth through roots
A lone shadow crawls.
the elderly man
pruned the rose bushes today-
the hell with cancer!
six yellow finches
feasting on sunflower seeds
bright spring festival
pastels of blossoms
in deserted railroad yards
images of hope
Red, white, yellow, pink
The rose garden's in full bloom
Fragrance all around
a smile of bonheur
the French word for happiness
blooms like a flower
daffodil delights
anticipate what new loss
the back door open
when least expected
winter's drought grass has revealed
tiny white flowers
petals fall from stalks,
gypsies lose their virgin souls
in cold, snow bathed streets
Sky full of clover:
a bouquet of red roses
one lonely tulip
The water tumbles
Leaving all plants a treasure
Growing, then blooming
Lightning cackles here
Blue sparks jump from heavy clouds
Rain soaks a white rose.
Federal prison
Overlooks magic gardens
Water lilies bloom
Dance with me, firefly
In silent fairy gardens
Aglow with your light
lavender flowers
left wilting in a chipped cup
memories frozen
front yard magnolia
next to less elegant trees
petals pale as ghosts
Steam in the morning.
Gray and delicate lilies
wither on the lake.
Sing the blood flowers
The rice starving in the bowl
Down here is the moon
Seen from far away,
the leaves fallen from bare trees
look like brown blossoms.
new glories gild shores
blooms diffuse their sweets around
fruitful rain descends
Rose hues on gray sky
Earth blue islands faraway
Worlds where no one dies.
Bumblebee, hanging
midair, not a flower near?
maybe lost in thought.
fast fading crickets
day lilies blooming beneath
a widow's window
Hummingbird in air.
Cat hiding in the garden.
Milk now turned sour.
pink orchard blossoms
swayed by the breeze greet the sun
diffusing sweet scent
drenched in summer rain
thunder rolling overhead
we're caught in full bloom
A red yellow green
falls to the window; inside
autumn is in bloom
Deluded tulip.
The month filled with snowy days.
May we rescue fear?
wilting rose pedal
weighted in the morning dew
drops tears of nature
behind the old fence
a gathering of roses
who do they wait for?