top Kiss the Sky Through the Trees

I have only held on
For so long because
Because there have
Always been trees
In the way
And here I am
Deep rooted.
A woman I liked very much
Became afraid to leave
Her house.
I was always out
Drinking sunshine
With a bit too much
It was there, you know,
When the trees
Grew over the road.

top Vernal Eye

So daffodils and rowdy
Iris along with grape hyacinths
Come out in small dots
Of color and wilt all soggy
Before Kansas wind.
Springtime jutters in
Like a teenage kid
Gets up for school.
Easter all churched up
And smiles around
Family tables.
Heat soon will be
The topic
And how there hasn't
Been enough rain.

top Mother's Garden Chair

It has been awhile
Since she sat there.
A plan to make
For the next season,
Mom sat here
While she considered
For iris, roses, and phlox.
Now plans are made
Everyday by my mother.
Within moments
Intent is lost,
But soon another surprise
Takes her attention
Each day complete
And new.

top One Iris

So many years
In my mother's garden
Were spent by her
Thinning the iris
Then all of us
Praised the blooms
In springtime.
For several years now
She has forgotten
Her need to tend
Her flowers.
Now the plants
Have moved beyond
Their careful borders.
A disarray of green
From seeds
Fallen from her bird feeder.
Strange twists
And shoots from
From the treasured
Birds fascination
Of mother as
She stares through
A darkened pane.

top Dimmer Now

Illusion and means
To an end
Are common filigree
To a darker intent
Of happy.
It is sunny
And cold.

top Interferences

Spring bloomed
And wilted back
Into winter.
It will begin
A final thrust
At summer
In a few days.
A robin's egg
Lies broken
Beneath the tree.

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top Here and There
top Eye Captures Sky
top Cow