a foggy morning

so they could all see this bird

reveal gratitude

we all can transform

the tiny details abound

the squirrel tail scolds

this small white primrose

it left only a small crack

at the lowest tide

geometric egg

stories of chases, of flight

parametric us

your presence brings joy

perfect hemispheres reflect

branches reach, yearning

geometric egg

I was enmeshed in spirals

black feathers at dusk

crow, quiet and still

yellow streaks in my backyard

a focus within

yellow river sky

in fall you came, but no more

air, to tree, to air

such perfection is

reach, spread your canopy

shoot; despite ourselves

your little hands here

always reaching to the west

violet, green flight

we all need this path

the silhouettes of anthers

fly, eat, then repeat

I am so grateful

that we are but on a speck

camouflage now seen

who would have thought that

get lost in thought and dream big

the spring surprises

dive deep into waves

completely immerse yourself

transforming in growth

bubbles have been packed

rotational symmetry

depth has no meaning

I saw the sunrise

hints of orange and purple

as the darkness came

as you look down here

to the heights that you take wing

painted in puddles

pappus chains; circles

to sit and watch little swifts

a trail for thinking

pondering polar

break free from these tangled limbs

in awe we exist

the various V’s

swiftly move with such volume

instead, it drops hints