gaze in reflection

that calls for all the pigments

to the summers end

what once brought me joy

that provide us with brilliance

as pink fades to night

sky sits on the ground

better plotted in polar

in this little pond

you chase in the tree

immense, vast, ocean of mist

listening to birds

my cedar waxwing

like folded origami?

that lead to wonder

so precious is now

is but a dew drop of sky,

pulls you together

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