hello my deer friend

in the window made by rain

in waves of cawing

you are potential

accidental flushing dog

ajar to the world

you reach for the moon

and dip myself in the clouds

to be here and now

sine waves in the clouds

but drops — collecting, dripping

never let yours go

cedar waxwings flock

an impetus for your flight

little chickadee

a tender wave wafts

to sit and watch little swifts

destined for the soil

when you turn in a

smoothing bumps, magnifying

ablutions from sky

the weight that you lift

of the day, of tomorrow

places for quiet

you were in my hands

make this icosahedron

a breath of color

we live in these loops

little hummingbirds come, go.

birds rouse the whole earth

we live in these loops

gardens smile at their presence

I awake in grace

maybe all our days

of warm coffee in my cup,

lullaby buzzing

the ease to forget

glorious touching the earth

birds flit from my path

there are just some trails

better plotted in polar

of growth and decay

I saw the sunrise

awareness of light; contrast;

don’t go unnoticed

even in our death

would be an interesting

with all of your heart

I hugged my mother

of an origami quilt

absolute beauty

there are days in which

creative, curious, joy

in the now of life

I stumbled upon

the depths of the light and dark

evaporating

heart rate integrals

scintillate with the soft breeze

waiting for sunset