so precious is now

in and out of your being

tied for each refill

thirty little squares

you need not the sun or moon

you bring me such joy

oh, yes, this is it!

like the sound of waves pulling

a painted earful

sometimes you long to

on the floor of the forest

of aether and light

a light of guidance

such precious time in this life

a moment will do

the various V’s

glorious touching the earth

danced in the changed wind

evening clouds whisper

to a gratitude’s ocean

goes – as you orbit

I found a carcass

but chaotic and angry

to tuck me in — dream

ducklings form a mass

locked within is history

in waves of cawing

a beautiful Run

reach with your iterations

modest are the trees

the various V’s

how to play, to be a child

vestige roots of time

so many creatures

that your trail will not be full

crouched in the garden

reminders of love

can make the same daily path

waiting for sunset

oh, cedar waxwings

but chaotic and angry

that just catches light

all tracks in your life

get lost in thought and dream big

waiting for sunset

the moment for tea

a palette knife smears serpents

utterly selfless

it’s best not to see

flutters and swirls before me

it is my function

I saw the sunrise

tiny feet, before you died

evolve into art

sing to the kitties

looking for meaning, we see

for loops in the wool

I need to walk there

approach ing— and yet you’re here

I grew it for you