my home has a guard

of this precious blue planet

they show us the sky

oh, oyster catcher

take a breath and do something

in a cloud of sleep

I long for language

place them in your mind’s pocket

absolute beauty

sitka my sitka

for being steadfast, constant

of my consciousness

on a walkabout

may bring forth fruits beyond us

good morning Glory

sometimes birdwatching

to be a portal of sky

filtered solar light

cedar waxwings flock

scintillate with the soft breeze

now realized and walked

I could walk this path

I was enmeshed in spirals

just remove the load

play brings character

hummingbird stands firm and still

good morning Glory

some of us are those

of the day, of tomorrow

a nurturing act

butterfly vortex

and find they are but water

have ever loved me

you were in my hands

may bring forth fruits beyond us

a trail for thinking

cottonwoods have arms

so humbling, loving, and kind

with the morning’s grace

perspectives give us

beneath the trees, sun, and moon

‘fore you fly away

be the blank canvas

are now weeks past their season

trailing a mother

on the wire, one wire

lift into the sky above

revealing true form

a foggy morning

in that space — sans time — sans thought

clouds gather to speak

you drape down – from up

that surrounds us all, will grow

to find what is deep

I am so grateful

merging with the trees and leaves

announce the sunset

the most open paths

you can be a single point

in a silent mind