tip top, fir tree crow
catching the little white moths
leaving playful trails
tip top, fir tree crow
catching the little white moths
leaving playful trails
good morning my friend
extensions of my being
an umbellifer
we all cling sometimes
holding sky with tangled limbs
hidden is the wood
I was on my run
reflecting from this good earth
announce the sunset
so many curves here
like folded origami?
a precious orchid
your little footprints
to caress you and your light
finite — infinite
self portraits are tough
infinite, ever-changing
joyful perfection
I am to math art
together in flight and tree
I have passed this past
the lenses we have
the tiny details abound
absolute values
do you like to think
pink Clouds wrap around my eyes
as with all life’s gifts
I know what you are!
scintillate with the soft breeze
puddle of raindrops
cherry blossom swirls
but let those volunteers grow
spirals of corners
unfold at sunrise
of the day, of tomorrow
holding tight; reaching
I know, even though
on the rosemary and frost
to start to become
I found a carcass
just keep going — it is but
it can feel hopeless
your entire self — world
to play in the winds of life
shining through the ground
together we play
cohesion yet separate
waiting for sunset
you taught me the words
the tiny details abound
at the ocean’s edge
in an empty lot
almost as if you desire
when I am present
I was on my run
chaffing ice in the sun’s warmth
you see a chicken