the field is a constellation of colora vast universe dotted with petal’d starswhere harvesters buzz like beesarmed with scissorsfor take-home delightsthat don’t lastthe crystal autumn sky watcheswithout emotionthrowing down rays of dustto nourish the future,who buds in quiet industryin spite of the invading hoards This poem is about the field of zinnias at a pumpkinContinue reading “Zinnia”


bittersweet early bloomerdrunk on the blood of winterswollen in the sleeping soilto thrust a graceful, frilled neckthat soaks up the delight of the sunintoxicating passers by toswoon in half-sorrow longing the perfume cuts throughthe air like an errantdiscus thrown and then struckby the jealous windso sweetness springs fromthe grave where youth fell,to sorrow-seed the fallowContinue reading “Hyacinth”


Neighborly, she always says hellokeeping a garden of tidy inspirationfrom her motorized chairHer smiles light the air thatsurrounds her, a heartfelt messageof sisterhood arcing the distancebetween us with the swiftnessof a blossom pushing outto announce the arrival of spring Hardy, she has weathered lifewith the persistence of a kernel’dbulb, resisting the devastation of frost,blooming againContinue reading “Iris”


Litte frogs hopping along by the water,as you wish, growing wilderby the day in May My chin will tell the truth:stick after stick of your namesakedisappears in the kitchen,but we don’t welcome you thereunless tamed and sad in a jartrail free, little leapers,in a spill of sunshineacross the open field May flower mania continues! ThankContinue reading “Buttercup”


Says Bee, with glee: John Jacob,is that you? . . . . Ah me,I see, I mistook you for Daisy.Butterfly and I cameflying by, for a quick visit.Whatever your name is, wethink you’re sweet, and couldplay in your purplefrills all day. Channeling Emily here – plus how great is the suit on the guy inContinue reading “Aster”


Showy knot of gathered shamedon’t punish us with your absencefor such a slight as this trowel’sdisturbance Mischief peeks out from amongyour skirts, where your eye hides,bashful – I see you pretendingto not see me, your pentitent gardener I give you my slight bowin return for your precious head,Olympic daughter, bringall your glory to the goldenContinue reading “Peony”