the forget-me-nots

I was enmeshed in spirals

and announces life

a Fermat spiral

fractals into more windows

fly, eat, then repeat

what seems like chaos

is beyond understanding

at the shore of soul

your feet hold freedom

accidental flushing dog

an umbellifer

walking random paths

do seek out that which blends in

waiting for sunset

I feel all the strands

on the rosemary and frost

listening to birds

revert to a child

the most beautiful pattern

of what surrounds you

you chase in the tree

a thousand poems of you

reaching skyward — up

my cedar waxwing

chaotic origami

in a silent mind

shadows stretch across

pink Clouds wrap around my eyes

in a universe

lichen brings color

like the sound of waves pulling

memories’ bubbles

probability

yellow streaks in my backyard

wispy tufts of grace

He has a paintbrush

asymptote, vanishing point

warmth from radiance

when I’m dead and gone

on dead branches among clouds

be in quiet awe

sometimes we muster

below the grasses of thought

iota of life

you asked permission

place them in your mind’s pocket

that still my being

cumulative drops

settle down in the long light

quintessence being

even the clouds long

of moss, earth, stream, trees, and life

ready to be filled

our feathers tell us

found in every little

detach and then breathe

maybe all our days

gulping berries at sun set

lingers deep inside