the simplest joy

that hug me; sitting so small

on the forest floor

you turn towards the light

the silhouettes of anthers

quiet etched in time

trees dip their big toes

through my entire being

remember the sky

when you submerge, keep

to play in the winds of life

in the winter sun

seek out your zeros

can make the same daily path

looking for treasure

fog again today

let me sit at your still side

evolve into art

Cassiopeia

in the reeds of a refuge

the universe rounds

tiny little life

for being steadfast, constant

camouflage now seen

like a fluffy whip

like a love note in the morn

that you are given

long shadows pull me

lets us forget what it is

so wondrously new

grab the sky and loam

orchid blooming for a year

show her vortices

what once brought me joy

creative, curious, joy

that stands still and dark

three generations

within a rose’s petals

places for quiet

we all can transform

I do feel incredibly free

the spring surprises

love gutter bubbles

earlier now. Lets us know

my smallness is known

oh, yes, this is it!

arcs of me, of time — being

little chickadee

you swept over me

like the sound of waves pulling

cobbles at high tide

squeeze through the portal

together, watching the birds

such different days

teaching math all day

dancing in erratic flight

to have them always

He has a paintbrush

to the heights that you take wing

when I am present