when I’m dead and gone

may it be quiet and soft

ajar to the world

oh my! look at you

the most beautiful pattern

when I am present

you anticipate

for being steadfast, constant

iterated views

you were in my hands

the silhouettes of anthers

to root yourself in

it is like you stand

whispered to my deepest self

you just have to look

I think that you might

of warm coffee in my cup,

written by water

your little footprints

like the sound of waves pulling

shining through the ground

He has a paintbrush

can become tangled in lines

and then held my breath

this path is flooded

like a love note in the morn

but, sometimes I break

Earth has silhouettes

earlier now. Lets us know

air, to tree, to air

oh my bald cypress

arcs of me, of time — being

so that I may flow

tuck your babies in

almost as if you desire

to find what is deep

even the strongest

can reflect heavenly light

clouds splash on my feet

in the mossy dusk

before you can grow; anew

thoughts wrapped around me

together we play

moments learning the flowers

that lead to wonder

just for a moment

in an ocean of currents

the eddies of life

cherry blossom swirls

is still such a limited

winter steps on spring

sometimes it’s the clouds

but drops — collecting, dripping

of an inner light

just make sure that you

cross a bridge from the beneath

like a point in space

a beautiful Run

always reaching to the west

of branches and roots