you play when hidden

warmth catching the top branches

evolve into art

I am sorry friend

but chaotic and angry

to the vast beyond

the forget-me-nots

infinite, ever-changing

in the now of life

your little hands here

so humbling, loving, and kind

thoughts wrapped around me

on my forest runs

found without expectation

my canada jay

three-hundred-sixty

in and out of your being

wispy tufts of grace

fire’s fingers dance,

is still such a limited

until it doesn’t

pondering polar

our view is from a plane, yet

goes – as you orbit

early morning song

you need not the sun or moon

and staying aligned

there’s this ritual

to a gratitude’s ocean

it is my function

you are potential

turbulence with breath, movement

thoughts wrapped around me

He has a paintbrush

earlier now. Lets us know

and then sweep away

when between two rocks

with the magnitude of life

of an inner light

twisted growth, out, up

gossamer laced water beads

lullaby buzzing

those moments of pause

reach, spread your canopy

and still fall so short

we live in these loops

when the wind whispers to you

lingers deep inside

shadows can bring forth

blow through me and around me

I want to fly in

such perfection is

that you store your quietness

winter chandeliers

revert to a child

appear on my walkabouts

tied for each refill

with no dimension

to sit and watch little swifts

and then scintillates