ink can be messy

reach, spread your canopy

until you take flight

self portraits are tough

looking for meaning, we see

places for quiet

strands of life do hang

moonlit branches projected

all that flows in time

in the corner you

plant me beside, beneath one

absolute beauty

you harbor beauty

lured me from my dreams last night

at the lowest tide

I have a secret.

revealing ancient forest

spilled to inspire change

I see reflection

that you stand alone out here

goes – as you orbit

and so, here I am

you have been trained to lure us

iota of life

oh, fairyslipper

that you stand alone out here

when I am present

reflections at sea

flit, fly, jump, play — pierce the gray

what currents we make

here, nested circles

shelter me with your branches

what poems they speak

however I tread

with youthful minds in my home

play means letting go

repose beneath sky

flowers’ beauty marks exist?

violet, green flight

who would have thought that

pink Clouds wrap around my eyes

that lead to wonder

I know, even though

you have been trained to lure us

like a point in space

hoya of Nana

that you store your quietness

through the moon’s dim light

I think that you might

of flight above all of it

evaporating

dive deep into waves

holding sky with tangled limbs

winter chandeliers

oh my! look at you

are now weeks past their season

to look up — skyward

how the light alone

reach with your iterations

blooming in my sill