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ducklings form a mass

come to hold my hand, farewell

singing of glory

I could write more than

whisper of white oaks and fir

to be a focus

repose beneath sky

on the floor of the forest

ajar to the world

I try to let storms

together, watching the birds

now realized and walked

the weight of a cloud

dancing in erratic flight

to the vast beyond

a tender wave wafts

for the hidden forest doors

while reflecting sky

love gutter bubbles

on the surface of the depths

strength in this small life

council of the crows

earlier now. Lets us know

manifest eddies

sine waves in the clouds

with the steel beams of your thoughts

in dark winter days

sitka my sitka

so they could all see this bird

when alone with time

trees churn with current

that we are but on a speck

from a hidden world

strands of life do hang

seize those moments that make you

of another Earth

ice rains down on life

that draw you in; and call you

one drop fills my soul

winter sun gives hints

about all your vertices

and create you own

however I tread

precious tokens, and small hints

when alone with time

my Nana does speak

for you, was an act of love

smile, and hands. Nana

the parallel curves

reflecting from this good earth

a moment will do

modest are the trees

the silhouettes of anthers

you lay cleft at dawn

I saw the sunrise

bring brown creepers to focus

shoot; despite ourselves

there are these comets

come to hold my hand, farewell

silhouette white oak