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

I long for rivers

found in every little

the awe of it all

I glanced at you — there

it left only a small crack

cradled by the Earth

a spiral beauty

rotational — reflective

fog rolls in like tide

breadcrumbs of sunbeams

let me sit at your still side

the awe of it all

my orchid’s face me

smell, taste of being awake

direction of change

reflections at sea

grab the celestial light

as I lean to you

however I tread

wrap and hug life that once was

instead, it drops hints

but I feel as if

come to hold my hand, farewell

mirrors for inside

unfold at sunrise

that hug me; sitting so small

in waves of cawing

you root yourself deep

could sum the beats of a life

in waves of cawing

vortex of petals

silences itself only

western wood-peewee

dim the light with fog

you are like honey and light

raining from the sky