yellow-rumped warbler

in fall you came, but no more

as the last leaves fall

winter sun gives hints

half buried in sand ripples

memories’ bubbles

ink can be messy

of the day, of tomorrow

the squirrel tail scolds

this junction of ray

into the streams of the sky

that stands still and dark

I see you peeking

your eyes wide open to see

smile, and hands. Nana

look up — perspective

and your fractal being – now

all that is above

simple churns of thought

and savor those ripe berries

into me, not me

sometimes do you feel

encasing sedum in ice

yet, still tread lightly

perspectives give us

from life that I did not know

drink it into you

I know what you are!

in and out of your being

filtered solar light

repose beneath sky

a permission slip to be

winter chandeliers

beauty in my mind

you tripped me, floating there. but

iota of life

I am now learning

to a gratitude’s ocean

to gossip of this

the delta, I am

like folded origami?

small bubbly fractals

such perfection is

painted for you — offering

clouds splash on my feet

revert to a child

ready to coalesce — one

orientation

a tide of forest

that feathers the clouds above

that still my being

you do amaze me

is still such a limited

are we not of space?

look closely on trails

asymptote, vanishing point

to your inner self

we live in these loops

faint branches in a white sea

to feel the cloud’s breath