when is it, you ask

nodes in the past and future

relax your creases

symmetry of days

the light of the sun and moon

I will sit with you

fire’s fingers dance,

sipping dew of torch lilies

of thought means nothing

little hummingbird

the light of the sun and moon

camouflage now seen

gossamer catches

shall we prance along this path

I hear, I exist

the ease to forget

reach, spread your canopy

to the summers end

a forest burned shows

pack them like bijou trinkets

listening to birds

a forest burned shows

one crow sits; a single Om

through the moon’s dim light

you gather right there

for this — the ground shaking breath

black feathers at dusk

I saw you today

is but a dew drop of sky,

at the oceans breath

parabolic curves

so they could all see this bird

with the deltoid curve

you taught me the words

about all your vertices

fog rolls in like tide

on my forest runs

below the grasses of thought

never let yours go

wind gusts bending trees

to look at the different

a place to gather

you do amaze me

come and sit with me; this day

an umbellifer

beauty in my mind

flutters and swirls before me

I awake in grace

I know what you are!

dew that has settled on life

waiting for sunset

the simplest joy

like a love note in the morn

due to gratitude

dynamic systems

together in solitude

the ones that I see

oh my bald cypress

the silhouettes of anthers

places for quiet