play brings character

lead you to the horizon

as the darkness came

when I banished you

in plucking sprigs of currants

my smallness is known

you ensure the life

I do feel incredibly free

that stands still and dark

separate you stand

about all your vertices

a breath of color

you have this structure

I felt the ground shake all night

that you are given

cedar waxwings flock

to be a portal of sky

in a universe

I hugged my mother

chaotic origami

off of you in age

I saw the sunrise

too far ahead of your path

in a silent mind

when I’m dead and gone

hello — I can see you now

as the last leaves fall

splashing in pure joy

crows checking under each leaf

off of you in age

thirty little squares

in your autumn glow, right now

calling you to dance

there are these paintings

breathe it, let it permeate

of my consciousness

do we flock like Boids?

when the wind whispers to you

not ready to go

I have a fixed point

fill yourself with this bounty

to keep it secure

fire’s fingers dance,

between points into a void

don’t go unnoticed

the parallel curves

for the number of poems

with the morning’s grace

your little footprints

too far ahead of your path

an aerie of grace

simple churns of thought

paint the histories of tides

quiet etched in time

why isn’t solstace

the light of the sun and moon

to be swept by wind

that forest fragrance

like folded origami?

covered in passion