the elk must have left

an ancient forest of life

out of your flower

laying on my back

translate, reflect, rotate and

winter chandeliers

heart rate integrals

like a love note in the morn

remember the sky

sometimes it’s the clouds

lift into the sky above

in a silent mind

I am so grateful

lured me from my dreams last night

cobbles at high tide

laying on my back

asymptote, vanishing point

your smile — a delight

you harbor beauty

sine, cosine, tangents and more

the squirrel tail scolds

lift yourself with breath

certain way, the sky swallows

beneath your breath — “spring”

generative art

like a love note in the morn

camouflage now seen

your consistency

into the day’s sublime blooms

and then held my breath

you root yourself deep

to remind me of your laugh,

that it is now time

squeeze through the portal

but drops — collecting, dripping

gather energy

you were in my hands

I felt the ground shake all night

to dwell within me

paths beneath my feet

orchid blooming for a year

one drop fills my soul

like the heat bubble

so humbling, loving, and kind

transforming in growth

be the blank canvas

that you stand alone out here

until you take flight

plan those garden beds

found in every little

what currents we make

this isolation

painted for you — offering

tulips melt petals

winter sun gives hints

I do feel incredibly free

the person you are

my townsend warbler

as a Bee is to flower

relax your creases