grab the sky and loam

orchid blooming for a year

show her vortices

what once brought me joy

creative, curious, joy

that stands still and dark

three generations

within a rose’s petals

places for quiet

we all can transform

I do feel incredibly free

the spring surprises

love gutter bubbles

earlier now. Lets us know

my smallness is known

oh, yes, this is it!

arcs of me, of time — being

little chickadee

you swept over me

like the sound of waves pulling

cobbles at high tide

squeeze through the portal

together, watching the birds

such different days

teaching math all day

dancing in erratic flight

to have them always

He has a paintbrush

to the heights that you take wing

when I am present

be the horizon

yellow streaks in my backyard

together a seed

walking random paths

approach ing— and yet you’re here

the ultimate hug

images within

of this precious blue planet

thought our units

play brings character

and I will love every

at the shore of soul

an aperture formed

warmth catching the top branches

you — your silhouette

just make sure that you

shall we prance along this path

with the deltoid curve

in the mossy dusk

flutters and swirls before me

a breath of color

I was late for lunch

fractals into more windows

a place to gather

oh, how you long to

that demands sugary treats

to truly exist

I know that my friends

on the forest floor — I feel

at the lowest point