oh my! look at you

warmth catching the top branches

with all of your heart

I wish I knew how

I see you and your colors

of growth beneath soil

you turn towards the light

together in flight and tree

you — your silhouette

oh, cedar waxwings

within your life bring chaos

and then scintillates

my Nana does speak

in the window made by rain

I awake in grace

I long for language

looking down, your tender roots

so that I may flow

ducklings form a mass

smoothing bumps, magnifying

evening prayers

my mind ebbs and flows

better plotted in polar

utterly alive

a simplicity

in helical curls catching

a breath of color

you have the widest

but chaotic and angry

is to leave no trace

you reach for the moon

I do feel incredibly free

the eddies of life

He has a paintbrush

just the other day, grape leaves

a precious orchid

a tender wave wafts

reach with those ancient branches

reaching skyward — up

here, nested circles

silences itself only

while reflecting sky

let yourself be here

of moss, earth, stream, trees, and life

like a point in space

immerse all of you

what this small, precious world needs;

to truly exist

you are a symbol

you have shed for the season

to feel the cloud’s breath

“it’s the hill your on”

smell, taste of being awake

evolve into art

I feel all the strands

I do feel incredibly free

a breath of color

I am condensate

might be — organized — perfect

branches reach, yearning