our feathers tell us

will still have footsteps of light

then they perch, so still

hoya of Nana

you have shed for the season

the shadows today

I know what you are!

moonlit branches projected

view of this wonder

in just one moment

silences itself only

to start to become

even planets, stars

our view is from a plane, yet

that still my being

ribbons of fungus

faint branches in a white sea

this brief existence

our feathers tell us

finding your way without sight

reflect and renew

I am condensate

the negative space becomes

and then sweep away

plan those garden beds

that’s why we should all do them

in hopes of french fries

the weight that you lift

nodes in the past and future

I have passed this past

just folding paper

that demands sugary treats

birds rouse the whole earth

vortex of petals

tiny feet, before you died

utterly selfless

the various V’s

cedars converge together

winter steps on spring

this night sky that comes

moonlit branches projected

to be a focus

cherry blossom swirls

swirls in your radiant light

everywhere I go

there is a pulse here

the tiny details abound

whispering of love

the most shadowed trail

at your beauty, your being

of that great distance

I hugged my mother

look inwards with boundlessness

of aether and light

ducklings form a mass

the negative space becomes

to root yourself in

cottonwoods have arms

wrap and hug life that once was

critical moments