could this day just be

you yell and fight over it

as the last leaves fall

our feathers tell us

the light of the sun and moon

only roots remain

the death of my friends

the dunes of me — parallel

breathe out compassion

so many curves here

holding sky with tangled limbs

my soul blows kisses

cumulative drops

as a Bee is to flower

of this time right now

the forget-me-nots

I was enmeshed in spirals

and announces life

a Fermat spiral

fractals into more windows

fly, eat, then repeat

what seems like chaos

is beyond understanding

at the shore of soul

your feet hold freedom

accidental flushing dog

an umbellifer

walking random paths

do seek out that which blends in

waiting for sunset

I feel all the strands

on the rosemary and frost

listening to birds

revert to a child

the most beautiful pattern

of what surrounds you

you chase in the tree

a thousand poems of you

reaching skyward — up

my cedar waxwing

chaotic origami

in a silent mind

shadows stretch across

pink Clouds wrap around my eyes

in a universe

lichen brings color

like the sound of waves pulling

memories’ bubbles

probability

yellow streaks in my backyard

wispy tufts of grace

He has a paintbrush

asymptote, vanishing point

warmth from radiance

when I’m dead and gone

on dead branches among clouds

be in quiet awe

sometimes we muster

below the grasses of thought

iota of life