this year you have bloomed

but drops — collecting, dripping

with your fluff and stance

plan those garden beds

merging with the trees and leaves

transforming in growth

“it’s the hill your on”

of warm coffee in my cup,

of growth and decay

even the strongest

so you can hear the whispers

that you still love them

sine waves in the clouds

to run, prance through life’s meadows,

when alone with time

you gather right there

your calls and antics amuse

fractal winter days

the most shadowed trail

lead us to the mind’s wonders

today, good morning!

coding with patterns

generations green and full

between our essence

I am to math art

they guard their posts — stand ready

the eddies of life

with no dimension

for the hidden forest doors

due to gratitude

see generations

the weight gives way for the light

to what reference?

I was late for lunch

may it be quiet and soft

are manifested

puddles of sunlight

to be a portal of sky

to be here and now

sustenance I made

take a breath and do something

p of finding nuts

shadows stretch across

vivid inner gratitude

in a universe

the elk must have left

there’s hundreds of finish lines

breath in this wildwood

paths beneath my feet

painting the world in contrast

good morning Glory

I try to let storms

hello — I can see you now

catches the sun’s rays

how the light alone

but I was deeply shrouded

and announces life

Cassiopeia

vibrato pierces the morn

of growth beneath soil