He has a paintbrush

moonlit branches projected

with help you took off

ribbons of fungus

reach with those ancient branches

at the tops of trees

what once brought me joy

is still such a limited

catches the sun’s rays

now, lessen yourself

together, watching the birds

to your inner self

I know what you are!

composite life of crutose

with all of your heart

there are just some trails

in your layers as they fall

in growth together

your little hands here

vibrato pierces the morn

earth and sky as one

I saw the sunrise

creates dragon curve beauty

play means letting go

there are these paintings

may bring forth fruits beyond us

propagating good

on my forest runs

breathe it, let it permeate

all that is above

the simplest joy

in your autumn glow, right now

waiting for sunset

there are these night skies

but chaotic and angry

contrast is but life

I glanced at you — there

the negative space becomes

to bridge within you

this colorful mist

might be — organized — perfect

shoot; despite ourselves

probability

it appears, just at my feet

of life around you

fire’s fingers dance,

asymptote, vanishing point

you — your silhouette

you gather yourself

that feathers the clouds above

that it is now time

when I am running

hummingbird stands firm and still

at their solemn feet

a vortex caught me

from any doubt or sadness

whispering of love

perspectives give us

that make you feel like you’re on

make a space for this