modest are the trees

and dip myself in the clouds

painted in puddles

there are just some trails

be the leaf on winter’s tree

never in silence

window deja vu

maybe all flowers do this

leap up to kiss sky

your path can be framed

half buried in sand ripples

versions you can be

the weight of a cloud

rupture with flight and chorus

I want to fly in

to feel that soft breeze

reach with your iterations

iota of earth

your life has texture

of an origami quilt

to tuck me in — dream

you ensure the life

can make the same daily path

and talk of the birds

when is it, you ask

perfect hemispheres reflect

a trickle, a gush

I treat my tea bag

together in flight and tree

life’s concavity

dive deep into waves

the silhouettes of anthers

black feathers at dusk

perspectives give us

of flight above all of it

look at what’s in reach

modest are the trees

at the junction. Sand and sea.

summer tanager

play brings character

that have tails pointing ahead

are we not of space?

simple churns of thought

your calls and antics amuse

raining from the sky

happiness is now

the depths of the light and dark

hundreds of years old

sometimes do you feel

are now weeks past their season

our place in the stars

a simplicity

from an utter nakedness

of aether and light

plan those garden beds

of this precious blue planet

now, take in more light

when you lean into

vibrato pierces the morn

at your ocean’s edge