a ½ minute ode because i got entranced by a dandelion and your writings

ode to the dandelion, the buttercup, the long cold night from which they come

ode to whispers you see, presence you can not

ode to the riot of green life competing for memory

ode to unbroken unfixed, beauty for beauty’s sake

ode to spun and undone, the drifting expanse

ode to salt, 
and meeting where two merge

ode to painted poppy flirts of scarlet skirts

ode to old guardians weathered of skin

ode to angles and shots visually smart

ode to nuance and mythic time

ode to wandering and wonder

ode to woodpiles for winter

ode to wind and word

ode to no word

ode to another voice

ode to and

ode to 2024 postcard participants

ode to a few more who seem to go in this ode: