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

even planets, stars

our view is from a plane, yet

that still my being

ribbons of fungus

faint branches in a white sea

this brief existence

our feathers tell us

finding your way without sight

reflect and renew

I am condensate

the negative space becomes

and then sweep away

plan those garden beds

that’s why we should all do them

in hopes of french fries

the weight that you lift

nodes in the past and future

I have passed this past

just folding paper

that demands sugary treats

birds rouse the whole earth

vortex of petals

tiny feet, before you died

utterly selfless

the various V’s

cedars converge together

winter steps on spring

this night sky that comes

moonlit branches projected

to be a focus