I saw the sunrise

bring brown creepers to focus

shoot; despite ourselves

there are these comets

come to hold my hand, farewell

silhouette white oak

even in our death

infinite, ever-changing

and still fall so short

a puddle can seem

almost as if you desire

are we not of space?

I see sentinels

contained within the puddles

and still fall so short

when between two rocks

perfect, beautiful flowers

and announces life

tiny little life

swept away — a tide of men

shoot; despite ourselves

you gather yourself

it was always here — ready

harbinger of spring

little winter bee

that’s why we should all do them

completing a proof

yellow river sky

swiftly move with such volume

what poems they speak

however I tread

the weight gives way for the light

of what surrounds you

a simplicity

of warm coffee in my cup,

the universe rounds

happiness is now

like a love note in the morn

a trickle, a gush

be the blank canvas

while reaching over a stream

air, to tree, to air

I see reflection

in helical curls catching

memories’ bubbles

there you are, my hawk

to a gratitude’s ocean

spores of seasons’ growth

fractal streams draw me

lift into the sky above

mirrors for inside

what once brought me joy

get lost in thought and dream big

finite — infinite

be the horizon

found in every little

to the vast beyond

you have the widest

on the rosemary and frost

perfection in life