shadows can bring forth

stretch out from golden circles

memories’ bubbles

I am condensate

to play in the winds of life

everywhere I go

I see sentinels

and your fractal being – now

but, sometimes I break

my townsend warbler

hints of orange and purple

that you are given

a forest burned shows

the silhouettes that reveal

fog rolls in like tide

gossamer catches

you can be a single point

listening to birds

gratitude sneaks up

into the day’s sublime blooms

and serious fun

your palm faces down

silences itself only

shining through the ground

but I feel as if

to put a thought of peace here

of branches and roots

I am to math art

cushion your steps as you run

relax your creases

my cedar waxwing

are now weeks past their season

raining from the sky

ribbons of fungus

find the space within your mind

not just in shadow

hello my winged friend

beneath the trees, sun, and moon

it is my function

splashing in pure joy

bring brown creepers to focus

days, loops, through the years

the mind of a child

brings on creativity

shining through the ground

how the light alone

remove leafs at the right time

to the stream; ocean

the mind of a child

as a Bee is to flower

of water and ducks

the lenses we have

and yet we experience

thoughts wrapped around me

sustenance I made

swirls in your radiant light

to root yourself in

but I feel as if

you have been trained to lure us

within all of this