You are lead and are leading, yet you hide before me, oh end, oh road to the mystery, the opening of a place of nature, to the next point to its answer. Are you real, oh Road? Are you real, oh Canopy? Are you a place of wonderment, and a place of innocent nature before…

A gourd appears as a squash does. Are you one, or the other? You are real to what you are and become a part of the Garden. Alone, and possibly a miracle as you were not planted there, yet you rise to form into what you are and more. Photograph by Randie Mayo “Bobbi” When…

You are an opening. You are real as a sign, as a garden leads to you and leads to another. When you open to sign and stone, you open to the path and pray it will glory and wood and more. When a wood appears, so do you. You are surrounded by wood and by…

You are an evergreen to green being to each other. You are young, oh evergreen, you are young, oh August lizard of the moment. Be quick, oh evergreen lizard, be quick and hard to catch in the sun, in the ears of your existence and more. When, oh summer, will it end? You are still…

When you grow, grow well. When you flourish, be of nature and feed, but don’t forget to save the seed. Grow again, until next time. Remember what that means and always be of nature to eat well, store many times, and breathe its satisfaction before Fall appears, until then, until then. Fall may bring joy,…

When you pulse from a blueberry bush, you know to grasp and pull its berry as it is ready, as it is dust and opaque. When the bush opens to itself, it grows, it flourishes into more and lightens with the sun, its heat bearing on its opening, its many, its fruit, its fruitful, and…

When you grow, grow in your pale, your white, your dream bloom, your opening, your closing, your mighty flourish, your bloom to bloom homage. When you play, play with bloom and known being. When your homage grows above, remember what grows below.

When you flourish, flourish well and be holy to its growing and being aware of its making opens the way to its glory as a flower garden. The glory becomes open to more being and making as they run deep and I know to run in them. When garden connects one to the other, it…

I believe in poetry. When I make poetry, it makes a different way in what becomes real before you. Poetry book coming soon….

When you are open like a garden, be holy to my discovery and know to be known, seen, and bloom. I am a flower and in a garden of hope, meaning, and in love with a dynamic of poetry and know to be of nature to its being for the sake of being discovered and…