Day Sixty Three

loving

what is

the snow is almost here

winds of the cold front are whirling about

Day Sixty Two

flying freely 

in and out 

and 

around 

the most beautiful clouds

naked as naked

 can be

naked 

as the head of a majestic bald eagle

naked

without a care, a worry, a thought, a feeling 

flying freely

in the middle of the road

flying freely 

from the center of the heart

flying freely

into the love of oneself

i see you 

all

so clearly now