grab the sky and loam

hints of orange and purple

never let yours go

oh my bald cypress

another bloom; another

absolute values

I am now learning

you can feel it at the edge

quiet etched in time

so precious is now

the silhouettes of anthers

in my green garden

my Nana does speak

to truly reflect on you

in this little pond

the outline of death

little hummingbirds come, go.

catches the sun’s rays

there are these days — times

with their agates and whirlpools

today, good morning!

sunlight in canyons

as a Bee is to flower

smile, and hands. Nana

you are potential

distance and angle of me

pulls you together

ducklings form a mass

that calls for all the pigments

listening to birds

on my forest runs

awareness of light; contrast;

small bubbly fractals

vortex of petals

nodes in the past and future

a vibrant puddle

be the blank canvas

glazing ice on leaf and limb

tributaries — gone

your feet hold freedom

so humbling, loving, and kind

reveal gratitude

I have a secret.

lets us forget what it is

spirals of corners

we run the same paths

bring brown creepers to focus

reaching skyward — up

fractions of flowers

the same and yet different

reflect and renew

tip top, fir tree crow

but drops — collecting, dripping

p of finding nuts

shoes of sand and moss

I fly with all of them that

harbinger of spring

we all need this path

that practice the art of firm

that lead to wonder