Photo credit: Jeannie E. Roberts

(Juniperus horizontalis ‘Wiltonii’)

Ease settles 
as slender shoots rise. 
The scent of juniper cascades 
where rabbits nestle 
near tender roots. 
As the backyard attraction 
mice 
voles 
and chipmunks hide 
where red squirrels abide 
whenever ashen wings 
begin their descent. 
They call me 
an ornament among plants. 
Yet my existence 
is one of service
especially for the canine
who lives just steps away
from my carpet 
of creeping cedar. 
We’re the picture 
of repose
his flaxen waves 
my blue-green shades 
of low-growing color. 
Cradled 
in contentment
his name’s Yogi
mine’s Wiltonii 
and of course
there’s Wilson 
the tennis ball in tow.
                        

Photo credit: Jeannie E. Roberts

When breeze circles olive 
stirs stems of rye
streams along grasses 
meets meadow’s shine
when sunlight tops timothy  
brightens green’s hues 
and hawkweed bursts orange
where cloud forms are few

I see my son standing  
his dog bounding near 
Earth angels together 
in June’s lush frontier 

My heart takes a walk 
amid meadow’s shine 
where hawkweed bursts orange 
and life’s gifts align
where breeze circles olive 
stirs stems of rye 
where sunlight tops timothy 
and love never dies
                        

Photo credit: Jeannie E. Roberts

Nothing compares to June
as if divinity arrives
moseys in 
on elegant streams of light
strolls about
bestows ease 
with its holdall of gifts

After thaw and trickle
summer hums
tickles the air 
to breeze
exalts the sky 
with bursts of warmth

where dogs on boats
lift their heads
receive
absorb
thank
the holy glow of benevolence