dynamic systems

together in solitude

the ones that I see

oh my bald cypress

the silhouettes of anthers

places for quiet

I could write more than

forges clouds among the trees

is to leave no trace

imagine being

with the magnitude of life

utterly alive

when you lean into

at your beauty, your being

wrapping around beams

a swallow ballet

to run, prance through life’s meadows,

never in silence

let yourself be here

between the houses, hidden

ablutions from sky

little hummingbird

for all of the abundance

beauty does abound

a swallow ballet

on dead branches among clouds

a painted earful

hello my deer friend

I embraced every moment

paths, trails of wonder

ink can be messy

but my distance grows in time

iota of life

ducklings form a mass

is still such a limited

cradled by the Earth

there exists nothing

together, watching the birds

to bring us to youth

geometric egg

with their agates and whirlpools

violet, green flight

be the blank canvas

that draw you in; and call you

of that great distance

we all cling sometimes

that demands sugary treats

I have passed this past

my Nana does speak

faint branches in a white sea

to keep it secure

the various V’s

homeomorphic tree tops

charcoal to paper

your path can be framed

as a Bee is to flower

and create you own

laying on my back

whispered to my deepest self

at the lowest point