pull that little string

about all your vertices

we create in life

sunflowers bow their

that setting sun, warm your breast

today, good morning!

with no dimension

of warm coffee in my cup,

are we not of space?

perspectives give us

is beyond understanding

at the shore of soul

this isolation

place them in your mind’s pocket

to bring us to youth

how the light alone

and savor those ripe berries

on the azure sky

ducklings form a mass

come to hold my hand, farewell

singing of glory

I could write more than

whisper of white oaks and fir

to be a focus

repose beneath sky

on the floor of the forest

ajar to the world

I try to let storms

together, watching the birds

now realized and walked

the weight of a cloud

dancing in erratic flight

to the vast beyond

a tender wave wafts

for the hidden forest doors

while reflecting sky

love gutter bubbles

on the surface of the depths

strength in this small life

council of the crows

earlier now. Lets us know

manifest eddies

sine waves in the clouds

with the steel beams of your thoughts

in dark winter days

sitka my sitka

so they could all see this bird

when alone with time

trees churn with current

that we are but on a speck

from a hidden world

strands of life do hang

seize those moments that make you

of another Earth

ice rains down on life

that draw you in; and call you

one drop fills my soul

winter sun gives hints

about all your vertices

and create you own