Still

Each morning, I see
the new day through the window
and embrace the light.

Afternoon

The magic inside
all of us flows through the trees
in the afternoon.

Beginning

Twenty-seventeen:
a blank slate to start fresh and
begin a new year.

December

In December, when
the holidays are hectic,
the trees remain calm.

Rays

morning rays

Morning on the deck—
sunlight through the redwood grove.
The day has begun.

Potting

potting

Hands stuck in the dirt
make me feel like I am free—
Happy in soil.

Morning

morning

My whole life, the fog
has been there—watching over
me through all my moods.

Inside

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Lounging, looking up
at all of this wood above
that makes up my home.

Green

green

We returned to green—
A lot, lush and fresh, post-storm.
Wild and ready.

Gourds

gourds

Fall, the best season—
yellow, orange, red, and gold.
Always cool and crisp.