Day 862, absorbed.
Waiting for the ground
absorbing time, decisions
and giving it back.
Day 858, another day.
Preparing the day
for another trail of sweets
and bringing it home.
Day 857, stuck.
Holding on to tight
On a narrow path nowhere
protecting a clue.
Day 856, fly.
Looking to who you
reflect multifaceted
smell test and tasted.
Day 855, blue.
Upwards to gather
light that pulls up to the blue
where seeds can disperse.
Day 851, to sleep.
A shell to preserve
when the light is retreating
and the bees do sleep.
Day 850, sunlight.
A stem between earth
the fleeing warmth of a star
a bearer of life.
Day 849, seed.
A silk fertile crown
Inviting life’s messenger
so to share a seed.
Day 848, façade.
Turn slowly inside
let go what’s within to me
your unknown façade.
Day 847, fierce.
Fierce and proud standing
with a frail and graceful neck
to weather the storm.
Day 846, seed.
All standing in line
waiting to be collected
to be seed that sows.
Day 841, fall 2.
Out of mother’s mud
a dark centered white flower
shines bright till it falls.
Day 839, curious.
A Little mind thinks
what mystery have we here
under this new path.
Day 837, a new web.
One beginning spreads
following a blind bearing
and pay tribute too.
Day 833, feelings.
