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

companion within

painting the world in contrast

evening prayers

a vortex caught me

so they could all see this bird

in a silent mind

I know this portal

creative, curious, joy

focus of this path

shadows can bring forth

that hug me; sitting so small

your smile — a delight

there are these comets

stories of chases, of flight

announce the sunset

it is like you stand

brings us through our existence

forest holding hands

an aperture formed

be the leaf on winter’s tree

in a cloud of sleep

point under the sky

into the day’s sublime blooms

to look up — skyward

you’re my paradox

of earth and aether — of self

and chase swallowtail?

the color palettes

at your beauty, your being

dreading suffering

faint little circle

but chaotic and angry

lingers deep inside

we are all so close

contained within the puddles

a night reflection

I glanced at you — there

to each other, back and forth

small bubbly fractals

oh, cedar waxwings

completely immerse yourself

a night reflection

the swallows are here

you can be a single point

quintessence being