cedar waxwings flock

scintillate with the soft breeze

now realized and walked

I could walk this path

I was enmeshed in spirals

just remove the load

play brings character

hummingbird stands firm and still

good morning Glory

some of us are those

of the day, of tomorrow

a nurturing act

butterfly vortex

and find they are but water

have ever loved me

you were in my hands

may bring forth fruits beyond us

a trail for thinking

cottonwoods have arms

so humbling, loving, and kind

with the morning’s grace

perspectives give us

beneath the trees, sun, and moon

‘fore you fly away

be the blank canvas

are now weeks past their season

trailing a mother

on the wire, one wire

lift into the sky above

revealing true form

a foggy morning

in that space — sans time — sans thought

clouds gather to speak

you drape down – from up

that surrounds us all, will grow

to find what is deep

I am so grateful

merging with the trees and leaves

announce the sunset

the most open paths

you can be a single point

in a silent mind

I see this window

on the floor of the forest

that still my being

evening clouds whisper

that setting sun, warm your breast

on the forest floor

who would have thought that

of dancing curves of sunshine

small bubbly fractals

I see sentinels

locked within is history

nodes of our time here

see generations

could sum the beats of a life

turning in at night

sometimes do you feel

I feel their anxiety

focus of this path