twisted growth, out, up
just keep going — it is but
is there really up?
twisted growth, out, up
just keep going — it is but
is there really up?
the various V’s
in one sedum, young to old
hummingbird defense
cedar waxwings flock
will still have footsteps of light
envelope my eyes
three-hundred-sixty
from behind those purple clouds
cradled by the Earth
the gurgling crows
lead you to this perspective
fall into the fold
trees churn with current
configurations of flight
to look up — skyward
long shadows pull me
in one sedum, young to old
catches the sun’s rays
you reach for the moon
gulping berries at sun set
and announces life
the most precious things
extensions of my being
wispy tufts of grace
the simplest joy
with a moment — reflection
don’t go unnoticed
I breathed alder air
homeomorphic tree tops
you bring me such joy
three-hundred-sixty
hold what is precious and clear
I grew it for you
when you lean into
orchid blooming for a year
our reality
do you ever just
puzzle possibilities
quiet etched in time
your little hands here
the air that circles the earth
an aerie of grace
we perch at the top
flit, fly, jump, play — pierce the gray
to then turn around
dynamic systems
puzzle possibilities
ready to unfurl
my Nana does speak
hello — I can see you now
another planet
even planets, stars
but I was deeply shrouded
earth and sky as one
the ease to forget
with youthful minds in my home
the spring surprises