sometimes we muster

flowers’ beauty marks exist?

life’s concavity

I know this portal

get lost in thought and dream big

ready to unfurl

the clouds and the sea

flowers’ beauty marks exist?

at the ocean’s edge

the outline of death

sipping dew of torch lilies

on the forest floor

when I’m dead and gone

cushion your steps as you run

a breath of color

three-hundred-sixty

with the steel beams of your thoughts

singing of glory

our feathers tell us

that demands sugary treats

but, sometimes I break

do you ever just

partially obscured by sky

pulls you together

fog again today

when the wind whispers to you

utterly alive

the delta, I am

looking down, your tender roots

ev’ry living cell

you reach for the moon

I thought you might sit with me

relax your creases

you have this structure

glorious touching the earth

life is letting go

yellow-rumped warbler

in fall you came, but no more

as the last leaves fall

winter sun gives hints

half buried in sand ripples

memories’ bubbles

ink can be messy

of the day, of tomorrow

the squirrel tail scolds

this junction of ray

into the streams of the sky

that stands still and dark

I see you peeking

your eyes wide open to see

smile, and hands. Nana

look up — perspective

and your fractal being – now

all that is above

simple churns of thought

and savor those ripe berries

into me, not me

sometimes do you feel

encasing sedum in ice

yet, still tread lightly