sine waves in the clouds

to run, prance through life’s meadows,

when alone with time

you gather right there

your calls and antics amuse

fractal winter days

the most shadowed trail

lead us to the mind’s wonders

today, good morning!

coding with patterns

generations green and full

between our essence

I am to math art

they guard their posts — stand ready

the eddies of life

with no dimension

for the hidden forest doors

due to gratitude

see generations

the weight gives way for the light

to what reference?

I was late for lunch

may it be quiet and soft

are manifested

puddles of sunlight

to be a portal of sky

to be here and now

sustenance I made

take a breath and do something

p of finding nuts

shadows stretch across

vivid inner gratitude

in a universe

the elk must have left

there’s hundreds of finish lines

breath in this wildwood

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