little hummingbird

for all of the abundance

beauty does abound

a swallow ballet

on dead branches among clouds

a painted earful

hello my deer friend

I embraced every moment

paths, trails of wonder

ink can be messy

but my distance grows in time

iota of life

ducklings form a mass

is still such a limited

cradled by the Earth

there exists nothing

together, watching the birds

to bring us to youth

geometric egg

with their agates and whirlpools

violet, green flight

be the blank canvas

that draw you in; and call you

of that great distance

we all cling sometimes

that demands sugary treats

I have passed this past

my Nana does speak

faint branches in a white sea

to keep it secure

the various V’s

homeomorphic tree tops

charcoal to paper

your path can be framed

as a Bee is to flower

and create you own

laying on my back

whispered to my deepest self

at the lowest point

lofty sequoia

I see you and your colors

to the stream; ocean

wake up to a hug

for the hidden forest doors

whispering of blue

the various V’s

release the grip that it has

and edges within?

walking random paths

moss draping over branches

prior to response

sometimes do you feel

like the sound of waves pulling

in the winter sun

oh, fairyslipper

ev’ryone becomes silent

life is letting go

a tender wave wafts

might be — organized — perfect

vestige roots of time