you root yourself deep

could sum the beats of a life

in waves of cawing

vortex of petals

silences itself only

western wood-peewee

dim the light with fog

you are like honey and light

raining from the sky

a beautiful gift

a way to see each other

between our essence

sometimes it’s the clouds

of light and shadow, those lines

violet, green flight

you play when hidden

warmth catching the top branches

evolve into art

I am sorry friend

but chaotic and angry

to the vast beyond

the forget-me-nots

infinite, ever-changing

in the now of life

your little hands here

so humbling, loving, and kind

thoughts wrapped around me

on my forest runs

found without expectation

my canada jay

three-hundred-sixty

in and out of your being

wispy tufts of grace

fire’s fingers dance,

is still such a limited

until it doesn’t

pondering polar

our view is from a plane, yet

goes – as you orbit

early morning song

you need not the sun or moon

and staying aligned

there’s this ritual

to a gratitude’s ocean

it is my function

you are potential

turbulence with breath, movement

thoughts wrapped around me

He has a paintbrush

earlier now. Lets us know

and then sweep away

when between two rocks

with the magnitude of life

of an inner light

twisted growth, out, up

gossamer laced water beads

lullaby buzzing

those moments of pause

reach, spread your canopy

and still fall so short