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

I just glimpsed the light

that you store your quietness

together a seed

cedar waxwings flock

you need not the sun or moon

to truly exist

you were in my hands

gossamer laced water beads

that stands still and dark

images within

that I can hardly breathe — gasp

a precious orchid

evening clouds whisper

cushion your steps as you run

living in circles

companion within

chaffing ice in the sun’s warmth

today, good morning!

fractions of flowers

cedars converge together

closer to the light

even the clouds long

a battle-ready sentry

a place to gather

He has a paintbrush

moonlit branches projected

with help you took off