teaching math all day

finding your way without sight

evolve into art

Cassiopeia

lift into the sky above

don’t go unnoticed

maybe all our days

at the junction. Sand and sea.

what currents we make

you anticipate

the depths of the light and dark

nodes of our time here

I know, even though

for the hidden forest doors

turning in at night

I treat my tea bag

on the forest floor — I feel

yet, still tread lightly

tip top, fir tree crow

catching the little white moths

leaving playful trails

good morning my friend

extensions of my being

an umbellifer

we all cling sometimes

holding sky with tangled limbs

hidden is the wood

I was on my run

reflecting from this good earth

announce the sunset

so many curves here

like folded origami?

a precious orchid

your little footprints

to caress you and your light

finite — infinite

self portraits are tough

infinite, ever-changing

joyful perfection

I am to math art

together in flight and tree

I have passed this past

the lenses we have

the tiny details abound

absolute values

do you like to think

pink Clouds wrap around my eyes

as with all life’s gifts

I know what you are!

scintillate with the soft breeze

puddle of raindrops

cherry blossom swirls

but let those volunteers grow

spirals of corners

unfold at sunrise

of the day, of tomorrow

holding tight; reaching

I know, even though

on the rosemary and frost

to start to become