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

a Fermat spiral

of moss, earth, stream, trees, and life

into reminders

why isn’t solstace

with the magnitude of life

listening to birds

the most open paths

whispered to my deepest self

utter abundance

seek out your zeros

will flip the leaves from my grave

and eddies of life

you were in my hands

crows in puddles and in trees

a trail for thinking

tell me where to stand

of little feathers and down

paths, trails of wonder