love gutter bubbles

on the surface of the depths

strength in this small life

council of the crows

earlier now. Lets us know

manifest eddies

sine waves in the clouds

with the steel beams of your thoughts

in dark winter days

sitka my sitka

so they could all see this bird

when alone with time

trees churn with current

that we are but on a speck

from a hidden world

strands of life do hang

seize those moments that make you

of another Earth

ice rains down on life

that draw you in; and call you

one drop fills my soul

winter sun gives hints

about all your vertices

and create you own

however I tread

precious tokens, and small hints

when alone with time

my Nana does speak

for you, was an act of love

smile, and hands. Nana

the parallel curves

reflecting from this good earth

a moment will do

modest are the trees

the silhouettes of anthers

you lay cleft at dawn

I saw the sunrise

bring brown creepers to focus

shoot; despite ourselves

there are these comets

come to hold my hand, farewell

silhouette white oak

even in our death

infinite, ever-changing

and still fall so short

a puddle can seem

almost as if you desire

are we not of space?

I see sentinels

contained within the puddles

and still fall so short

when between two rocks

perfect, beautiful flowers

and announces life

tiny little life

swept away — a tide of men

shoot; despite ourselves

you gather yourself

it was always here — ready

harbinger of spring