oh my! look at you

are now weeks past their season

to look up — skyward

how the light alone

reach with your iterations

blooming in my sill

the currents of geese

paint the histories of tides

puddle of raindrops

butterfly vortex

when overwhelmed with beauty,

through the moon’s dim light

some of these rivers

how to play, to be a child

a breath of color

you have this structure

like folded origami?

thoughts wrapped around me

reflections at sea

that hug me; sitting so small

our place in the stars

council of the crows

that your trail will not be full

a precious orchid

a foggy morning

contemplating reflection

summer tanager

just look at you there

but chaotic and angry

fly, eat, then repeat

in the mossy dusk

swooping, dancing, and diving

while reflecting sky

I long for rivers

greater than Saturn — painted

contrast is but life

a tender wave wafts

that’s why we should all do them

a moment will do

ice rains down on life

in quite moments of breath

in the winter sun

you reach for the moon

you tripped me, floating there. but

and create you own

your entire self — world

an ancient forest of life

puddle of raindrops

so precious is now

echoes with branches in streams

shoot; despite ourselves

the gurgling crows

in the rain beneath this sky

to your inner self

I treat my tea bag

mandalas of all our time

modest are the trees

tip top, fir tree crow

in that space — sans time — sans thought

just remove the load