separate you stand

encasing sedum in ice

drops encompass me

dive deep into waves

your little arms, unaware

modest are the trees

as you look down here

straight into a wall of life

and still fall so short

you anticipate

the silhouettes that reveal

of this time right now

we are all so close

to each other, back and forth

watch me; smile at me

those moments of pause

from an utter nakedness

instead, it drops hints

you swept over me

claim the branch, caw to below

harbinger of spring

your consistency

moss draping over branches

spores of seasons’ growth

sitka my sitka

lead us to the mind’s wonders

at your ocean’s edge

beauty in my mind

moonlit branches projected

that it is now time

three-hundred-sixty

that feathers the clouds above

puddle of raindrops

cherry blossom swirls

locked within is history

we have ever had

seeds we plant today

the light of the sun and moon

silhouette white oak

brace yourself here; now

playing in the waves, currents,

at the ocean’s edge

I was on my run

immersing in the moment

strength in this small life

the base of thirteen

within a rose’s petals

and talk of the birds

a forest burned shows

glazing ice on leaf and limb

with help you took off

pull that little string

revealing ancient forest

my canada jay

our lens can turn us

partially obscured by sky

destined for the soil

but I feel as if

but I was deeply shrouded

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