you were in my hands

crows in puddles and in trees

a trail for thinking

tell me where to stand

of little feathers and down

paths, trails of wonder

there are just some trails

I see you and your colors

to your inner self

good morning my friend

generations green and full

like old memories

in just one moment

configurations of flight

singing of glory

lofty sequoia

be the leaf on winter’s tree

spread your arms and fly

I see reflection

one crow sits; a single Om

written by water

your palm faces down

can reflect heavenly light

memories’ bubbles

sometimes birdwatching

to comfort devastation

until you take flight

an aperture formed

take a breath and do something

joyfully alive

lift yourself with breath

little hummingbirds come, go.

into reminders

crow grabs the sunlight

of an origami quilt

to be here and now

window deja vu

when you enter the forest

so we can perceive

I am condensate

will flip the leaves from my grave

places for quiet

a forest of ferns

to remind me — dream of sky

joyful perfection

Earth has silhouettes

the raw transforms to beauty

earth and sky as one

fractions of flowers

it filled my lungs with quiet

with grains of pollen

you ensure the life

asymptote, vanishing point

just beaming with joy

I saw the sunrise

that we are but on a speck

your smile — a delight

this path is flooded

waits, watches, ruffles, then flies

you lay cleft at dawn