the base of thirteen

contemplating reflection

catches the sun’s rays

my cedar waxwing

it was always here — ready

is there really up?

a simplicity

at your beauty, your being

sit now before me

I am now learning

to a gratitude’s ocean

with grains of pollen

when I’m dead and gone

in your layers as they fall

when I am present

shadows stretch across

in one sedum, young to old

drink it into you

your palm faces down

is still such a limited

beauty in my home

the delta, I am

gossamer laced water beads

for a sunlit hug

you do amaze me

to the heights that we desire

tulips melt petals

in my cup, coffee

closest to the sun today

in my green garden

I have had to change

in an ocean of currents

with the morning’s grace

council of the crows

you need not the sun or moon

covered in passion

breadcrumbs of sunbeams

fill my soul with joy,love. In

through the moon’s dim light

oh my bald cypress

you peek over the grapes to

on the azure sky

oh, oyster catcher

break free from these tangled limbs

life’s concavity

oh, fairyslipper

gossamer laced water beads

shoot; despite ourselves

let us hold it all

settle down in the long light

catches the sun’s rays

your feet hold freedom

droplets, the bubbles in air

perfection in life

there are just some trails

revealing ancient forest

boardwalk to the sky

let yourself be here

stretch out from golden circles

they show us the sky