who would have thought that

brings on creativity

ruffles in our time

there are just some trails

that wraps me in warmth and love

vivid silouettes

the lenses we have

in your layers as they fall

holding tight; reaching

good morning my friend

to look at the different

depth has no meaning

seeds we plant today

approach ing— and yet you’re here

Pisano petals

I wish I knew how

at the leaves that you have lost

beautiful — complex

see the underneath

moss draping over branches

birds rouse the whole earth

geometric egg

hummingbird stands firm and still

evolving conchoid

dynamic systems

completely immerse yourself

in dark winter days

in the quiet dusk

finding your way without sight

everywhere I go

I see this window

together in flight and tree

across our life’s trails

light seems to find you

rupture with flight and chorus

they show us the sky

in the corner you

approach ing— and yet you’re here

between our essence

ocean sand ridges

with strokes of grass and azure

and then scintillates

pappus chains; circles

that have tails pointing ahead

evolve into art

some windows are but

configurations of flight

in my coffee cup

ice rains down on life

catching the little white moths

off of you in age

the mind of a child

and savor those ripe berries

utter abundance

this junction of ray

with their agates and whirlpools

that small piece of moss

this junction of ray

may bring forth fruits beyond us

beautiful — complex