crow, quiet and still

yellow streaks in my backyard

a focus within

yellow river sky

in fall you came, but no more

air, to tree, to air

such perfection is

reach, spread your canopy

shoot; despite ourselves

your little hands here

always reaching to the west

violet, green flight

we all need this path

the silhouettes of anthers

fly, eat, then repeat

I am so grateful

that we are but on a speck

camouflage now seen

who would have thought that

get lost in thought and dream big

the spring surprises

dive deep into waves

completely immerse yourself

transforming in growth

bubbles have been packed

rotational symmetry

depth has no meaning

I saw the sunrise

hints of orange and purple

as the darkness came

as you look down here

to the heights that you take wing

painted in puddles

pappus chains; circles

to sit and watch little swifts

a trail for thinking

pondering polar

break free from these tangled limbs

in awe we exist

the various V’s

swiftly move with such volume

instead, it drops hints

as a treehugger

but then just came anyway

of that great distance

pull that little string

brings me in and out of the

one drop fills my soul

the weight that you lift

come to hold my hand, farewell

ready to be filled

I picture myself

and I will love every

an umbellifer

I hugged my mother

paint the histories of tides

this brief existence

like glaciers in spring

to put a thought of peace here

gather energy