this year you have bloomed

below the grasses of thought

everywhere I go

lofty sequoia

so you can hear the whispers

it embraces you

plan those garden beds

into the day’s sublime blooms

resonant with us

my orchid’s face me

just to remind me, nudge me,

the spring surprises

Cassiopeia

tiny feet, before you died

reaching skyward — up

I have a secret.

contemplating reflection

out of what remains

faint little circle

composite life of crutose

is to leave no trace

puddles of sunlight

converse in intimate joy

I want to fly in

like the heat bubble

hummingbird stopped me to talk

the spring surprises

hello my deer friend

the dunes of me — parallel

clear the clouds of thought

you swept over me

it was always here — ready

for it’s what I have

in just one moment

and the unexpected joy

hide aphelion

just for a moment

distance and angle of me

looking for treasure

to connect with you

coastline measured by atom

‘fore you fly away

oh, cedar waxwings

as a Bee is to flower

direction of change

laying on my back

the light of the sun and moon

just beaming with joy

sometimes it’s the clouds

dew that has settled on life

together a seed

council of the crows

chaotic origami

to be a focus

the parallel curves

hold what is precious and clear

warmth from radiance

oh my bald cypress

vector fields of stick and cloth

for it’s what I have