a forest of ferns

can make the same daily path

look at what’s in reach

the most open paths

quivering with their cuteness

filtered solar light

do you ever just

and the unexpected joy

contrast is but life

butterfly vortex

for being steadfast, constant

just beaming with joy

cottonwoods have arms

of serendipity in

days, loops, through the years

you just might feel it

that practice the art of firm

to the norms of life

I glanced at you — there

little hummingbirds come, go.

connected to Earth

we live in these loops

with the steel beams of your thoughts

life’s intricacies

some windows are but

of light and shadow, those lines

utterly selfless

my cedar waxwing

that’s why we should all do them

vestige roots of time

I dream that you kiss

but I was deeply shrouded

on the forest floor

you were in my hands

is still such a limited

wrapping around beams

solve the soma cube

gardens smile at their presence

calls me to be small

such perfection is

lets us forget what it is

winter chandeliers

yellow river sky

distance and angle of me

wake me from slumber

companion within

to the trees; magnificent

of life around you

baby nuthatches

finding your way without sight

origami joy

my cedar waxwing

just need to reach higher up

earth and sky as one

gaze in reflection

between the houses, hidden

as the darkness came

just for a moment

appear on my walkabouts

on the forest floor