lofty sequoia

the best gift I could give you

goes – as you orbit

there are these days — times

partially obscured by sky

utterly alive

oh, how you long to

for all of the abundance

that is now but grass

sustenance I made

that calls for all the pigments

a place to gather

those moments of pause

on the surface of the depths

lemniscate in walls

our lens can turn us

the air that circles the earth

of what surrounds you

oh, how you long to

come and sit with me; this day

at the oceans breath

squeeze through the portal

take a breath and do something

have ever loved me

I treat my tea bag

I see you and your colors

a slow dance of white

probability

to remind me of your laugh,

out of your flower

separate you stand

look inwards with boundlessness

from a hidden world

here, nested circles

float away on gentle breeze

that it is now time

hello my deer friend

in the window made by rain

in waves of cawing

you are potential

accidental flushing dog

ajar to the world

you reach for the moon

and dip myself in the clouds

to be here and now

sine waves in the clouds

but drops — collecting, dripping

never let yours go

cedar waxwings flock

an impetus for your flight

little chickadee

a tender wave wafts

to sit and watch little swifts

destined for the soil

when you turn in a

smoothing bumps, magnifying

ablutions from sky

the weight that you lift

of the day, of tomorrow

places for quiet