a beautiful gift

rupture with flight and chorus

through the moon’s dim light

modest are the trees

seize those moments that make you

to have them always

parabolic curves

lead you to this perspective

what poems they speak

you reach down into

the silhouettes that reveal

but, sometimes I break

generosity

moss draping over branches

to look up — skyward

we all need this path

with strokes of grass and azure

it embraces you

you are potential

you peek over the grapes to

the person you are

some of us are those

in and out of your being

when I am present

oh, how you long to

I feel their anxiety

choices have been made

early morning song

you tripped me, floating there. but

to keep it secure

this hug was intense

it was always here — ready

all that is above

you have this structure

that your trail will not be full

I hear, I exist

this path is flooded

reach with those ancient branches

as pink fades to night

I know this portal

homeomorphic tree tops

and edges within?

this small white primrose

dancing in erratic flight

utterly alive

immerse all of you

when you enter the forest

envelope my eyes

the moment for tea

a thousand poems of you

I grew it for you

even planets, stars

reflecting from this good earth

uncountable, be

sometimes we muster

pink Clouds wrap around my eyes

to tuck me in — dream

as a treehugger

moonlit branches projected

I grew it for you