I see reflection

you are like honey and light

white gives way to green

white smeared on the blue

glorious touching the earth

and chase swallowtail?

play brings character

completely immerse yourself

silhouette white oak

when I’m dead and gone

forges clouds among the trees

uncountable, be

to feel that soft breeze

pack them like bijou trinkets

to feel the cloud’s breath

the death of my friends

the raw transforms to beauty

so we can perceive

window deja vu

for this — the ground shaking breath

breathe out compassion

on the wire, one wire

contemplating reflection

warmth from radiance

in the mossy dusk

of this precious blue planet

to your inner self

shadows can bring forth

stretch out from golden circles

memories’ bubbles

I am condensate

to play in the winds of life

everywhere I go

I see sentinels

and your fractal being – now

but, sometimes I break

my townsend warbler

hints of orange and purple

that you are given

a forest burned shows

the silhouettes that reveal

fog rolls in like tide

gossamer catches

you can be a single point

listening to birds

gratitude sneaks up

into the day’s sublime blooms

and serious fun

your palm faces down

silences itself only

shining through the ground

but I feel as if

to put a thought of peace here

of branches and roots

I am to math art

cushion your steps as you run

relax your creases

my cedar waxwing

are now weeks past their season

raining from the sky