so precious is now
in and out of your being
tied for each refill
so precious is now
in and out of your being
tied for each refill
thirty little squares
you need not the sun or moon
you bring me such joy
oh, yes, this is it!
like the sound of waves pulling
a painted earful
sometimes you long to
on the floor of the forest
of aether and light
a light of guidance
such precious time in this life
a moment will do
the various V’s
glorious touching the earth
danced in the changed wind
evening clouds whisper
to a gratitude’s ocean
goes – as you orbit
I found a carcass
but chaotic and angry
to tuck me in — dream
ducklings form a mass
locked within is history
in waves of cawing
a beautiful Run
reach with your iterations
modest are the trees
the various V’s
how to play, to be a child
vestige roots of time
so many creatures
that your trail will not be full
crouched in the garden
reminders of love
can make the same daily path
waiting for sunset
oh, cedar waxwings
but chaotic and angry
that just catches light
all tracks in your life
get lost in thought and dream big
waiting for sunset
the moment for tea
a palette knife smears serpents
utterly selfless
it’s best not to see
flutters and swirls before me
it is my function
I saw the sunrise
tiny feet, before you died
evolve into art
sing to the kitties
looking for meaning, we see
for loops in the wool
I need to walk there
approach ing— and yet you’re here
I grew it for you