when is it, you ask

at your beauty, your being

I hear, I exist

we run the same paths

my vessel is full of life

at the shore of soul

at the tops of hills

and yet we experience

earth and sky as one

see generations

extensions of my being

until you take flight

I have a fixed point

gossamer laced water beads

temporal beings

light offers shadows

gardens smile at their presence

of growth beneath soil

breadcrumbs of sunbeams

but my distance grows in time

they show us the sky

I saw you today

just to remind me, nudge me,

birds flit from my path

pondering polar

could sum the beats of a life

of branches and roots

we live in these loops

is but a dew drop of sky,

covered in passion

my cedar waxwing

be the leaf on winter’s tree

utterly selfless

this junction of ray

as a Bee is to flower

in the winter sun

serendipity

from any doubt or sadness

memories’ bubbles

at the tops of hills

perfect, beautiful flowers

that you still love them

lofty sequoia

and the unexpected joy

critical moments

the outline of death

could sum the beats of a life

I glow in the warmth

you are potential

brings me in and out of the

not just in shadow

I am now learning

within a rose’s petals

a glow in winter

long shadows pull me

another reality

a sign on your way

you gather yourself

that I can hardly breathe — gasp

connected to Earth