tip top, fir tree crow

but drops — collecting, dripping

p of finding nuts

shoes of sand and moss

I fly with all of them that

harbinger of spring

we all need this path

that practice the art of firm

that lead to wonder

I found a carcass

whispered to my deepest self

the shadows today

let us hold it all

appear on my walkabouts

wrapping around beams

like the heat bubble

immense, vast, ocean of mist

to then turn around

gaze in reflection

that calls for all the pigments

to the summers end

what once brought me joy

that provide us with brilliance

as pink fades to night

sky sits on the ground

better plotted in polar

in this little pond

you chase in the tree

immense, vast, ocean of mist

listening to birds

my cedar waxwing

like folded origami?

that lead to wonder

so precious is now

is but a dew drop of sky,

pulls you together

teaching math all day

finding your way without sight

evolve into art

Cassiopeia

lift into the sky above

don’t go unnoticed

maybe all our days

at the junction. Sand and sea.

what currents we make

you anticipate

the depths of the light and dark

nodes of our time here

I know, even though

for the hidden forest doors

turning in at night

I treat my tea bag

on the forest floor — I feel

yet, still tread lightly

tip top, fir tree crow

catching the little white moths

leaving playful trails

good morning my friend

extensions of my being

an umbellifer