breadcrumbs of sunbeams

let me sit at your still side

the awe of it all

my orchid’s face me

smell, taste of being awake

direction of change

reflections at sea

grab the celestial light

as I lean to you

however I tread

wrap and hug life that once was

instead, it drops hints

but I feel as if

come to hold my hand, farewell

mirrors for inside

unfold at sunrise

that hug me; sitting so small

in waves of cawing

you root yourself deep

could sum the beats of a life

in waves of cawing

vortex of petals

silences itself only

western wood-peewee

dim the light with fog

you are like honey and light

raining from the sky

a beautiful gift

a way to see each other

between our essence

sometimes it’s the clouds

of light and shadow, those lines

violet, green flight

you play when hidden

warmth catching the top branches

evolve into art

I am sorry friend

but chaotic and angry

to the vast beyond

the forget-me-nots

infinite, ever-changing

in the now of life

your little hands here

so humbling, loving, and kind

thoughts wrapped around me

on my forest runs

found without expectation

my canada jay

three-hundred-sixty

in and out of your being

wispy tufts of grace

fire’s fingers dance,

is still such a limited

until it doesn’t

pondering polar

our view is from a plane, yet

goes – as you orbit

early morning song

you need not the sun or moon

and staying aligned