I could walk this path

in an ocean of currents

reveal gratitude

as you look down here

so delicate and hidden

between our essence

shoes of sand and moss

brings us through our existence

air, to tree, to air

a tide of forest

release the grip that it has

I glow in the warmth

so, obviously

from behind those purple clouds

in my coffee cup

I breath in and out

the year’s end or beginning

of the kale flowers

I know, even though

may it be quiet and soft

clouds gather to speak

a vector on wind

with strokes of grass and azure

life’s concavity

wind gusts bending trees

when overwhelmed with beauty,

strength in this small life

even the strongest

seize those moments that make you

of another Earth

you taught me the words

revealing ancient forest

memories’ bubbles

you’re my paradox

painting the world in contrast

as pink fades to night

repose beneath sky

strands of kindness, grace, and love

tied for each refill

my home has a guard

I was enmeshed in spirals

hundreds of years old

the swallows are here

when the wind whispers to you

lemniscate in walls

my mind ebbs and flows

cross a bridge from the beneath

drink it into you

our feathers tell us

will still have footsteps of light

then they perch, so still

hoya of Nana

you have shed for the season

the shadows today

I know what you are!

moonlit branches projected

view of this wonder

in just one moment

silences itself only

to start to become