tiny little life

swept away — a tide of men

shoot; despite ourselves

you gather yourself

it was always here — ready

harbinger of spring

little winter bee

that’s why we should all do them

completing a proof

yellow river sky

swiftly move with such volume

what poems they speak

however I tread

the weight gives way for the light

of what surrounds you

a simplicity

of warm coffee in my cup,

the universe rounds

happiness is now

like a love note in the morn

a trickle, a gush

be the blank canvas

while reaching over a stream

air, to tree, to air

I see reflection

in helical curls catching

memories’ bubbles

there you are, my hawk

to a gratitude’s ocean

spores of seasons’ growth

fractal streams draw me

lift into the sky above

mirrors for inside

what once brought me joy

get lost in thought and dream big

finite — infinite

be the horizon

found in every little

to the vast beyond

you have the widest

on the rosemary and frost

perfection in life

I long for rivers

smell, taste of being awake

to the long light rays

shoes of sand and moss

little hummingbirds come, go.

such different days

the forget-me-nots

to run, prance through life’s meadows,

in hopes of french fries

sometimes we muster

that demands sugary treats

ready to be filled

sometimes we muster

like the sound of waves pulling

of utter delight

oh my! look at you

in the rain beneath this sky

clouds splash on my feet