why isn’t solstace

for receding from my path

be in quiet awe

my home has a guard

to the trees; magnificent

only roots remain

I see reflection

the weight gives way for the light

holding tight; reaching

there are days in which

and dip myself in the clouds

air, to tree, to air

do you like to think

flit, fly, jump, play — pierce the gray

to gossip of this

heart rate integrals

below the grasses of thought

a trickle, a gush

sometimes birdwatching

fill my soul with joy,love. In

to the morning beams

your presence brings joy

flowers’ beauty marks exist?

I awake in grace

yellow-rumped warbler

waits, watches, ruffles, then flies

we have ever had

I need to walk there

paint the histories of tides

mirrors for inside

play brings character

to truly reflect on you

now realized and walked

shoes of sand and moss

turbulence with breath, movement

in a silent mind

in my cup, coffee

hold what is precious and clear

we have ever had

even the strongest

of dancing curves of sunshine

in growth together

we all need this path

those intersections in self

joyfully alive

those moments of pause

makes me feel like a kitten

memories’ bubbles

get ready for night

origami creases you

all that flows in time

a forest of ferns

can make the same daily path

look at what’s in reach

the most open paths

quivering with their cuteness

filtered solar light

do you ever just

and the unexpected joy

contrast is but life