when I banished you

within your life bring chaos

announce the sunset

black, soft, powder stick

in the reeds of a refuge

while reflecting sky

your path can be framed

as you come to repose — pause

completing a proof

we run the same paths

the same and yet different

never in silence

cedar waxwings flock

how to play, to be a child

is a bounty breathed

ribbons of fungus

with their agates and whirlpools

a painted earful

as a treehugger

for all of the abundance

breath in this wildwood

why isn’t solstace

found in every little

you just have to look

oh, how you long to

reflecting from this good earth

astonishing — bloom

we all need this path

gardens smile at their presence

thought our units

long shadows pull me

translate, reflect, rotate and

a sign on your way

like the heat bubble

in plucking sprigs of currants

play means letting go

a foggy morning

so they could all see this bird

reveal gratitude

we all can transform

the tiny details abound

the squirrel tail scolds

this small white primrose

it left only a small crack

at the lowest tide

geometric egg

stories of chases, of flight

parametric us

your presence brings joy

perfect hemispheres reflect

branches reach, yearning

geometric egg

I was enmeshed in spirals

black feathers at dusk

crow, quiet and still

yellow streaks in my backyard

a focus within

yellow river sky

in fall you came, but no more

air, to tree, to air