a moon
a small sliver
glides slowly across sky
to kiss the earth delicately
good night
a moon
a small sliver
glides slowly across sky
to kiss the earth delicately
good night
why do
some days feel like
they have viscosity
like thick honey or molasses
sticky
moments
of quietness
forest meditation
breathe in – breathe out – listen – birdsong
in peace
vultures
circle in winds
spiraling down and up
tilting sideways - gently playing
with air
tailwind
pushes you – go
run with the wind – stride – leap
over puddles with storm clouds deep
and fly
to map
one value to another
a feeling to color
a moment to volume or love
to light
to sit
with my small birds
at an open window
and play a banjo in the sun
lovely
so rich
is this life here
that you can remember
small glimpses of infinity
picture
ivy
pulled from this tree
with tenderness and love
releasing this friend from binding
heal now
warbler
up there you are
in this small white oak tree
arranging the moss and chirping
about
listen
to the stories
and knit this grey sweater
with a hot mint tea by your side
perfect
new year
new storms, new light
in a fractal of time
ancient water, life, sun - cycles
anew
this time
of equinox
is a time of flowers
and baby birds and beautiful
gardens
these strings
speak to my ears
in songs of boom-did-ee
with drop-thumbs and pull-offs and knocks
banjo
spring storms
bring forth rainbows
and robin choruses
with shifting light through dramatic
heavens
lil bird
lil brown creeper
with your little curved bill
delicately touching the moss
lil joy
raindrops
bring messages
from vast seas and glaciers
of ancient wisdom and cycles
of Earth
reflect
these rays of light
from mirror to mirror
until they find their resting place
absorb
puddles
contain pictures
in motion as you move
a play of perspective on earth
of light
human
it can be so
hard to be a human
capable of the things you need
to be
running
releases the
thoughts and experiences
of the day into a river
of strides
muddy
puddles reflect
beautiful trees and sky
these portals for robins to bathe
what joy
this world
makes me feel sad
I long for empathy
for all people, living beings
nature
flowers
from summers past
are remembered today
anticipation of vivid
colors
small steps
down the small branch
toward a friend at the end
to pass a berry - beak to beak
waxwings
stories
can let us be
in a “what if” of past
to play with memory and dreams
of mind
to sleep
deeply - soundly
is but a distant dream
something that is just out of grasp
sigh - moon
spring clouds
just seem heavy
as if the winter’s weight
is waiting to release - let go
and rest
this cloud
cradles the moon
in the same way I’ve held
little birds in my own two hands
with love
some days
are for slowness
days for recovery
quietness observed and deep breaths
taken
crossbill
up in the trees
I see glimpses of red
and hear your delight among the
pinecones
time now
seems to waiver
between sunshine and rain
between feeling the warmth and cold
spring storms
I walk
and come upon
a trail with memories
a moment with a fisher cat
then gone
soft ground
after spring rains
welcomes me with softness
calls me to sit with crocuses
and dream
this fog
that forms from the
Earth’s exhale in the dawn
filters my dreams, my thoughts, my mind
in beams
colors
against the dark
in arcs made of ancient
light and water that voyaged to
be - now
colors
that you cannot
see - rather intuit
guide you through these inner paths - to
a light
to run
with you down paths
of forest and green moss
or waterfalls or ocean is
a gift
a drop
then another
falls to the earth from clouds
nudging the springtime roots along
grow now
golden
fields of long grass
bring out the blue of sky
and the definition of light
meadow
muddy
these puddles still
reflect the sky and clouds
calling me to jump right into
this world
the leaves
push through the soil
as the days grow longer
in anticipation of the
flowers
create
allow yourself
to unleash beauty - flow
without constraints pour out your paint
of mind
sometimes
I am present
just a body in flight
powered by joyous gratitude
running
lefty
my dear crow friend
I know you by your wing
but love you for the mornings that
you bring
sparrows
with golden crowns
guard the gates to the woods
sentries at the meadow’s threshold
keep watch
snow falls
in the forest
pulling the trees limbs down
to gently touch snow covered earth
grounded
these words
that you think of
and write down each ev’ry day
change you - just by knowing you’ll write
notice
full moon
you bring on night
with a stunning entrance
sunlight reimagined and shared
in dark
kinglet
in the sunlight
your eye-catching ruby
crowns your fluffy figure with joy
in moss
label
each little bird
by its chirps, calls, and taps
with eyes closed and ears wide open
listen
rhythms
of breath and step
as I run through these woods
blend into a meditation
to run
this thought
surely has been
and will be thought again
fractals of humankind’s musings
echoed
sunset
held between clouds
and this mountainous earth
draws my presence into the light
beyond
this light
that catches clouds
as they blow quickly by
brings a winter glow - golden and
misty
orchid
with your orange
and red hues in winter
looking out my window at birds
beauty
scrub jay
hide your gems there
in the pots on the porch
or in the moss of the oak tree
treasure
morning
brings us to light
from depth of the mind
an awareness of being - breath
and sight
waxwing
I hear you there
with your peeps and your squeaks
passing berries along the line
such play
just play
that game and smile
be the child that you are
be the naturalist, a seer
of life
oh moon
where have you been?
the earth beneath my feet
and the clouds above obscure you
come back
I run
with the breath of
so many runners that
ran generations before me
of time
here snipe
my friend at dusk
hiding in the tall grass
a gift to see you here today
hidden
morning
you have sent me
a dearest friend - a crow
to bless me with conversation
I smile
tundra
you send us birds
for our winters to watch
visitors to lighten the grey
a joy
these oaks
among golden
grasses and marsh
diffuse the sunlight in forest
to awe
coded
stitch knit and purl
form a message of warmth
with your loving hands create this
beanie
to love
that moment when
you become aware that
you are thinking differently now
- to learn
up there
in the branches
you can perch at sunset
to soak in those last beams of light
for warmth
duet
you hoot in trees
with my ears between you
please tell me of your day as the
sun sets
pressure
of yourself and this
earth in which you exist
kissing the ground with your being
in thanks
like rocks
that wash ashore
for but a single tide
you find yourself in a moment
be here
these fields
of your mind - soul
have grasses that whisper
to the robins of your heart - to
sunbathe
my bird
my little bird
I love to watch you play
the absolute joy of a bath
is light
silence
is when this mind
stops hearing all the sounds
both internal and external - then
it's quiet
breathe out
between the trees
in the mists of quiet
thoughts - present and yet of nothing
breathe in
a day
for pausing - breathe
a day to watch your thoughts
to contemplate the little things
and clouds
ist forms
on evening
condensing on the last
golden glow of winter's warm light
difuse
soft wool
between fingers
forms loops of a structure
that leans, folds, manifests through nodes
and links
music
connects these feet
these arms, this body here
to nature, to the spirit, mind
in beats
you moons
oh, jupiter
shine brightly next to ours
on this winter night - geese in flight
this sky
tree tops
fill with your calls
from one to the next tree
passing the moon, catching the sun
in flight
winter
branches reach out
in the cold evening
towards the last light and waxing moon
to touch
flying
you play on wind
feathers in a river
of current - an eloquent dance
with clouds
you root
deep in this ground
to bring yourself to sky
letting currents of wind flow through
branches
small friend
I see you there
my ruby-crowned kinglet
as you flit and dance in the moss
at dusk
fiber
between fingers
is but a medium
to be sculpted with lines of code
knitting
this mind
drifts to beauty
even as my body
walks through these woods – fantasy in
layers
misty
this obscured road
focuses the present
hidden are the future and past
in clouds
river
you are so full
from the gathering rain
flowing from the fabric folds of
this earth
just stop
and wait right here
for a moment - listen
and the birds might just manifest
in song
deepen
in this stretch here
of self, of mind, body
to find the areas to work on
and grow
silence
is now a state
of mind only - not ears
a deliberate practice - breathe
to quiet
the wind
flows through branches
carrying scents of sea
of mountains, of forest, of life
a dream
silence
is now a state
of mind only - not ears
a deliberate practice - breathe
to quiet
cooper's
you clever bird
hiding, waiting, watching
for the right moment to take flight
and eat
a break
in clouds this night
to sneak out the backdoor
and glimpse at stars - celestial
wonder
my friend
sits in my oak
and observes this small home
every morn, coffee with a crow
perfect
mist sits
in this valley
in a space between light
at dawn with the moon looking on
in thought
this rain
is an ocean
that has changed its state - form
and travelled the sky - just to be
with you