I could walk this path

just need to reach higher up

such different days

however I tread

together in flight and tree

a painted earful

your palm faces down

in the reeds of a refuge

and empty of self

messengers of trees

changing, growing, condensing

hummingbird defense

wake up to a hug

within a rose’s petals

quiet etched in time

the death of my friends

in one sedum, young to old

in this existence

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