When Being Empty Is Being Whole

the light and fluff
dispersed
a meadow star remains

Morning Glory

I fly in your sky
and swim in
your ocean of blue

The Curvature Of Color

colors
shifted and changed
as they traversed the iris’s curves

Duty

the sentry
guarding the feeder
as dawn wakes the day

Last Year’s Leaves


while leaving
they reveal the beauty
of their complexities

We Are Like


raindrops
in a puddle
essentially, eventually one

Birch Bark Mushroom


decomposition
a transition of
sustenance to self

Vestiges


nestled between
the snow and log
late fall’s remains

Letting The Light In


through vulnerabilities
we meet each other
and find ourselves

The Space That Snowflakes Make


in the falling silence
the space to release worries
and find peace

Intricacies


morning sun
through feathered cold
how night lingers on the window