your life has texture

found without expectation

a nurturing act

you are potential

are but loops in the garment

‘fore you fly away

sometimes you just run

brings on creativity

was so capable

just for a moment

wrap and hug life that once was

to get your feet wet

my cedar waxwing

with the magnitude of life

this brief existence

you asked permission

to a gratitude’s ocean

at the tops of trees

somehow blooms do form

catching the little white moths

this brief existence

you have this structure

will flip the leaves from my grave

you — your silhouette

I could write more than

I thought you might sit with me

so wondrously new

to feel that soft breeze

as a Bee is to flower

pocket of lilies

a tender wave wafts

lured me from my dreams last night

my smallness is known

little winter bee

nodes in the past and future

I have passed this past

pull that little string

about all your vertices

we create in life

sunflowers bow their

that setting sun, warm your breast

today, good morning!

with no dimension

of warm coffee in my cup,

are we not of space?

perspectives give us

is beyond understanding

at the shore of soul

this isolation

place them in your mind’s pocket

to bring us to youth

how the light alone

and savor those ripe berries

on the azure sky

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