Beauty finds
Ways to be seen

In places
We might not expect

At times when our hearts are open

sore hearts seek
sorer pleasures

plain hearts look
for simplicity

her heart seeks rhythm and knowledge

It’s time to
Be amazing

You know how –
It’s deep in your soul

Just let all of your colors run

Those mornings
Spent just walking

A weave of
Woman, dog, and waves

Moments kept with the fading years

one running
solitary,
surrounded
by heralds of fall,
sounds of footsteps, breath, and heartbeat

Family:
The common weal –

Tiny one
In the bright sunshine

Love: our real first line of defense

Morning clean
And bright and clear,
Rolling hills
That send me weightless;
Seeing the hidden in plain sight

Only in
Discovery
Can we find
Our real happiness,
Or learn what togetherness means