Garden in Transition

October 11, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Summer’s legacyfades – floral memories blurFall hues incoming. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day. Image from personal collection.)

Welcoming Party

September 27, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Potted pleasures hailAutumn’s arrival – graciouswelcoming party. (for Cee’s Flower of the Day. Photo from personal collection.)

Yellow Parasols

September 13, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Late summer huddle anticipating Fall rain –yellow parasols. For Cee’s Flower of the Day.

Spilled White

September 6, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Purple petuniasundiminished by splatter –cloud painting mishap. (For Cee’s Flower of the day.)

Summer Susans

August 23, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

August eyes are brownwinking in yellow bonnets –flirtatious Susans. For Cee’s Flower of the Day

Mother Willow

August 15, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Twisted arms, Willow’swelcome – cross child’s refuge,Mother Nature’s balm. There is magic in a Willow’s presence – so many hours spent, hidden in her arms as a child. Even today, the sight of a willow pulls on my heart. Just one of Nature’s many blessings. (For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: trees; and RonovanWrites Haiku Challenge: […]

Allium

August 9, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Purple explosionsdisrupt garden bed – defyexpected order. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Oh, Petunia

July 26, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Sweet petunia, loveexploded at first sight – sigh,never meant to last. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Iris

July 19, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

With heavenly reach,royal tones unfold, open –floral poetry. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Tickseed

July 12, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Unjustly labelled –disposition not a pest –Tickseed’s a delight. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day.)

Clothing

I would befriend hesitation,take her shopping with me,invest the time, but impulseis my constant companion. Hesitation,born of shared trauma,labours over pain-filled decisions My need is palpable,throbbing,must suffocate it,weighted beneathlayers of numbing fabric Afraid to show myself,afraid that she will find me, block any progress,or worse make my pay for these layersof stolen moments…encounter crazy reflected […]

Green

Chickadees in the House

A friend from my poetry circle honoured me with a birdhouse painted with Ukrainian colours. John has since passed away, and this summer we were finally able to give the birdhouse a home in our garden. Happy to say, John, that the chickadees have settled in and I am joyfully reminded of you everyday.