At first glance
I see unfinished business
I want to change it
meet my idea of esthetics and beauty

A barren surface
appears raw, exposed
craggy granite is dusty and open
it makes me uncomfortable
I want to cover it up with
colorful flowers
pretty petals
make it look lovely
hide the earthy escarpment

Slowly I take time
to really look
really see what is before me

I notice the cacti are not as prickly as they seem
I see unique beauty
they belong in the scene
they must not be ripped out

lover of shadows
of shade
shies away from bright light
it belongs
With tenderness and care
its place in the rock garden
can be assured too

Bits of color
are dots throughout the stone
some peek out from the margins of the rocks
some create a subtle seam along a ridge
a kiss of gentleness amongst the hard surfaces
a promise of delight

One great rock
is surrounded by many smaller ones
a flow of gravel defines the space
supports the giant in the middle
that punctuates the surface with its presence

I am humbled by the gentle beauty
I had thought to be unfinished business
no flamboyant colors
or exotic flowers
an understated blending of non-descript items
that together
as a whole are quite striking
just as it is

Spring Morning

There is a golden glow
to the pale blue cloudless sky
green buds, barely visible,
peak from branches
checking for any traces of snow
in the air
cautiously optimistic
that spring has finally arrived

Nature concurs
she has not yet burst forth
with colorful flowers and full foliage
but daintily hints at spring
with delicate green blades
in a field of straw colored grass
soft, mauve crocuses scattered here and there
on barren hillsides

Robins have returned
sweet bird song greets the new day