who would have thought that
brings on creativity
ruffles in our time
who would have thought that
brings on creativity
ruffles in our time
there are just some trails
that wraps me in warmth and love
vivid silouettes
the lenses we have
in your layers as they fall
holding tight; reaching
good morning my friend
to look at the different
depth has no meaning
seeds we plant today
approach ing— and yet you’re here
Pisano petals
I wish I knew how
at the leaves that you have lost
beautiful — complex
see the underneath
moss draping over branches
birds rouse the whole earth
geometric egg
hummingbird stands firm and still
evolving conchoid
dynamic systems
completely immerse yourself
in dark winter days
in the quiet dusk
finding your way without sight
everywhere I go
I see this window
together in flight and tree
across our life’s trails
light seems to find you
rupture with flight and chorus
they show us the sky
in the corner you
approach ing— and yet you’re here
between our essence
ocean sand ridges
with strokes of grass and azure
and then scintillates
pappus chains; circles
that have tails pointing ahead
evolve into art
some windows are but
configurations of flight
in my coffee cup
ice rains down on life
catching the little white moths
off of you in age
the mind of a child
and savor those ripe berries
utter abundance
this junction of ray
with their agates and whirlpools
that small piece of moss
this junction of ray
may bring forth fruits beyond us
beautiful — complex