Unfazed her petals
lean stretching their green steams, to
the dark midnight sun.

Dazzling

In the spot light she
pirouettes to dazzling heights
while we sit zazen

Still Lives so brilliant
In silence gently quiver
Piero by their side.

Sheathed her knives do cut
Right to the core revealing
Nature’s mysteries.


Doorway

Light shines through the glass
Curtain sways to summer breeze
Flowers grace her deck

If one had to guess
who will come through next, to sit,
for tea, for neighbors

near and far have not
crossed paths, pandemic you see
closed garden gateways.

I’d say it would be
thee, crossing the stone arc at
the edge of my woods,

Rising to see from
hammock chair I would, whole heart,
Delighted, greet thee.