tuck your babies in

in helical curls catching

that you are given

that forest fragrance

just keep going — it is but

to the summers end

it’s best not to see

whisper of white oaks and fir

utter abundance

that forest fragrance

hummingbird stopped me to talk

watch me; smile at me

this path is flooded

a thousand poems of you

the universe rounds

pondering polar

are now weeks past their season

prior to response

a beautiful Run

wrap and hug life that once was

tied for each refill

cherry blossom swirls

on the forest floor — I feel

iota of life

tiny little life

heavy heads in reverence

memories’ bubbles

I long for rivers

better plotted in polar

a vibrant puddle

you anticipate

heavy heads in reverence

while reflecting sky

you taught me the words

will become covered with moss

one drop fills my soul

oh my! look at you

warmth catching the top branches

with all of your heart

I wish I knew how

I see you and your colors

of growth beneath soil

you turn towards the light

together in flight and tree

you — your silhouette

oh, cedar waxwings

within your life bring chaos

and then scintillates

my Nana does speak

in the window made by rain

I awake in grace

I long for language

looking down, your tender roots

so that I may flow

ducklings form a mass

smoothing bumps, magnifying

evening prayers

my mind ebbs and flows

better plotted in polar

utterly alive