when I’m dead and gone

hello — I can see you now

as the last leaves fall

splashing in pure joy

crows checking under each leaf

off of you in age

thirty little squares

in your autumn glow, right now

calling you to dance

there are these paintings

breathe it, let it permeate

of my consciousness

do we flock like Boids?

when the wind whispers to you

not ready to go

I have a fixed point

fill yourself with this bounty

to keep it secure

fire’s fingers dance,

between points into a void

don’t go unnoticed

the parallel curves

for the number of poems

with the morning’s grace

your little footprints

too far ahead of your path

an aerie of grace

simple churns of thought

paint the histories of tides

quiet etched in time

why isn’t solstace

the light of the sun and moon

to be swept by wind

that forest fragrance

like folded origami?

covered in passion

precious gems exist

I embraced every moment

pulls you together

you gather yourself

could sum the beats of a life

resonant with us

wake up to a hug

upon a forest by sea

possibilities

the death of my friends

to sit and watch little swifts

in the winter sun

a Fermat spiral

reflect your being in the

on the forest floor

a light of guidance

the dunes of me — parallel

within all of this

my mind ebbs and flows

cohesion yet separate

nodes of our time here

the lenses we have

cedars converge together

make a space for this