sing to the kitties

looking for meaning, we see

for loops in the wool

I need to walk there

approach ing— and yet you’re here

I grew it for you

we all can transform

for you, was an act of love

tulips melt petals

my orchid’s face me

distance and angle of me

quintessence being

Earth has silhouettes

chaffing ice in the sun’s warmth

look at what’s in reach

there are these days — times

be the leaf on winter’s tree

and sing of the spring

cherry blossom swirls

straight into a wall of life

revealing true form

I see you peeking

constructed with four circles

they show us the sky

light offers shadows

that wraps me in warmth and love

to this small flower

a forest burned shows

an impetus for your flight

cradled by the Earth

companion within

take a breath and do something

look at what’s in reach

dim the light with fog

of all in the past/future

in dark winter days

reflections at sea

vivid inner gratitude

at the tops of trees

the clouds and the sea

just to remind me, nudge me,

black feathers at dusk

do you like to think

the light of the sun and moon

never in silence

dim the light with fog

heavy heads in reverence

waiting for sunset

the outline of death

locked within is history

black feathers at dusk

sometimes luminance

you need not the sun or moon

you lay cleft at dawn

reminders of love

grab the celestial light

detach and then breathe

a flurry of white

to the heights that you take wing

this brief existence