you root yourself deep

painted for you — offering

as with all life’s gifts

you swept over me

better plotted in polar

of my consciousness

paths beneath my feet

gulping berries at sun set

in dark winter days

sine waves in the clouds

earlier now. Lets us know

of aether and light

twisted growth, out, up

just keep going — it is but

is there really up?

the various V’s

in one sedum, young to old

hummingbird defense

cedar waxwings flock

will still have footsteps of light

envelope my eyes

three-hundred-sixty

from behind those purple clouds

cradled by the Earth

the gurgling crows

lead you to this perspective

fall into the fold

trees churn with current

configurations of flight

to look up — skyward

long shadows pull me

in one sedum, young to old

catches the sun’s rays

you reach for the moon

gulping berries at sun set

and announces life

the most precious things

extensions of my being

wispy tufts of grace

the simplest joy

with a moment — reflection

don’t go unnoticed

I breathed alder air

homeomorphic tree tops

you bring me such joy

three-hundred-sixty

hold what is precious and clear

I grew it for you

when you lean into

orchid blooming for a year

our reality

do you ever just

puzzle possibilities

quiet etched in time

your little hands here

the air that circles the earth

an aerie of grace

we perch at the top

flit, fly, jump, play — pierce the gray

to then turn around