It only takes

one unruly leaf and yet the pond doesn’t seem concerned.  Interesting lesson.  

Tutus

Now is the time for nature’s ruffled tutus. The name bearded is a bit inappropriate, don’t you think?

Cosmic eye

Consider this the next time you walk by a couple of small rocks—the cosmic eye is often embedded in a rock.  How celestial, is that!  

Globe lilies

 State parks are cathedrals.  Nothing like open-air breathing.  Around this time, you feel life quivering.  Time to dance

How paper sees

ink. Perhaps, how paper anticipates the next gesture.  What are you anticipating?  What, gesturing

 

Some blooms simply belong

 to the sky. Always look up.  Then again, a focus at anklebone level can reward.  

Faces everywhere

 even in —and perhaps especially—in succulents.  

Don't be fooled

California poppies are never singular.  It's the law of wildflowers and their friends. Also, called community.

California Poppy Day is April 6

Exuberant cups of optimism & the shadows they spill.  Or it is stories?  Here's to the California poppy. Astute sun gauges, too.  
 

Whatever is happening

 is certainly taking its time.  What/who else is taking up time?

Night is always the star

 

Nothing static

 about language, especially when poetry involved.  And if the sun is shining, well there you have it.