ice rains down on life

that draw you in; and call you

one drop fills my soul

winter sun gives hints

about all your vertices

and create you own

however I tread

precious tokens, and small hints

when alone with time

my Nana does speak

for you, was an act of love

smile, and hands. Nana

the parallel curves

reflecting from this good earth

a moment will do

modest are the trees

the silhouettes of anthers

you lay cleft at dawn

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