paths beneath my feet

painting the world in contrast

good morning Glory

I try to let storms

hello — I can see you now

catches the sun’s rays

how the light alone

but I was deeply shrouded

and announces life

Cassiopeia

vibrato pierces the morn

of growth beneath soil

I just glimpsed the light

that you store your quietness

together a seed

cedar waxwings flock

you need not the sun or moon

to truly exist

you were in my hands

gossamer laced water beads

that stands still and dark

images within

that I can hardly breathe — gasp

a precious orchid

evening clouds whisper

cushion your steps as you run

living in circles

companion within

chaffing ice in the sun’s warmth

today, good morning!

fractions of flowers

cedars converge together

closer to the light

even the clouds long

a battle-ready sentry

a place to gather

He has a paintbrush

moonlit branches projected

with help you took off

ribbons of fungus

reach with those ancient branches

at the tops of trees

what once brought me joy

is still such a limited

catches the sun’s rays

now, lessen yourself

together, watching the birds

to your inner self

I know what you are!

composite life of crutose

with all of your heart

there are just some trails

in your layers as they fall

in growth together

your little hands here

vibrato pierces the morn

earth and sky as one

I saw the sunrise

creates dragon curve beauty

play means letting go