you were in my hands

gossamer laced water beads

that stands still and dark

images within

that I can hardly breathe — gasp

a precious orchid

evening clouds whisper

cushion your steps as you run

living in circles

companion within

chaffing ice in the sun’s warmth

today, good morning!

fractions of flowers

cedars converge together

closer to the light

even the clouds long

a battle-ready sentry

a place to gather

He has a paintbrush

moonlit branches projected

with help you took off

ribbons of fungus

reach with those ancient branches

at the tops of trees

what once brought me joy

is still such a limited

catches the sun’s rays

now, lessen yourself

together, watching the birds

to your inner self

I know what you are!

composite life of crutose

with all of your heart

there are just some trails

in your layers as they fall

in growth together

your little hands here

vibrato pierces the morn

earth and sky as one

I saw the sunrise

creates dragon curve beauty

play means letting go

there are these paintings

may bring forth fruits beyond us

propagating good

on my forest runs

breathe it, let it permeate

all that is above

the simplest joy

in your autumn glow, right now

waiting for sunset

there are these night skies

but chaotic and angry

contrast is but life

I glanced at you — there

the negative space becomes

to bridge within you

this colorful mist

might be — organized — perfect

shoot; despite ourselves