Inverse

Bearded irises have a unique way of seeing themselves.  Of being in the world.   

 

Even a tulip

needs to reflect upon itself.  

 

In a spread of rose petals

the essence of all we have found, all we have lost.  All we have forgiven.  

 

Beautiful spills in three parts

The spill of Spring's new blooms. Yes, the jasmine is blooming. Scent, confirms.
The spill of the jasmine's shadow across the patio chair.
The green marble's reflection on its leaf.  The lemon bush is budding again.  

Some many reasons

to walk your neighborhood.  Come across a cement bench in a park with no rain for a week and yet the bench's feet sit in a pool of water. I  In a child's voice, I ask "why."  A question for which there is no immediate answer makes me smile.  I continue toward the small garden of roses.  They don't disappoint either.  The roses delicate in an early morning kind of way. 

 

Some things never fail to gladden

 and these days anything which gladdens the spirit is to be embraced.  And shared.  

Pincushion in the wild.

We know all too well that is being ripped apart.  Well, what is being mended? This pincushion is at the ready.  Ready for service.