dynamic systems

configurations of flight

as I lean to you

ribbons of fungus

whisper of white oaks and fir

days, loops, through the years

you gather yourself

strands of kindness, grace, and love

wispy tufts of grace

you’re my paradox

they guard their posts — stand ready

my soul blows kisses

we all need this path

to each other, back and forth

to your inner self

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