Sunday

there was a time when
I would have missed these shadows
dancing in the wind

Storm Approaching

a storm approaching
means a rough night for flowers

Small

in a small space
the smallest garden

A Little Sunshine

after the rain, and
with just a little sunshine

Natasha's Dogwood

the blooms are a little past perfect
but when you are standing in front of it,
that "past perfect" means little

Reflect Sky

spring-green grasses reflect sky.

this beauty opens my heart
like a seed that slept
through winter under
a blanket of snow

Unfolding

buds on the tree peony begin to unfold,
holding yesterday's rain in
shallow green saucers

And Still

raining

Rain

rain, rain, rain all day

It's That Time Again

when every step out the door
is met with something
new and wonderful

Wisdom

"When I let go of what I am,
I become what I might be."
Lao Tzu

Moon

casting dreams

Mother's Day

meditation on spider plant