my friend asked the trees how
they are doing
it’s not complicated, you see.
all one has to do is simply offer a hand
and breathe.
We
Are
Dying.
i don’t know
how to help you
but i can hold
your hand
Hold on to me.
On the (clean) edge
These three benches
December Sky
On the River Sky
Song of the Seasons: Fall
Song of the Seasons: Spring
Reclaim
breathless
Ode to Trees
Thank You For Being Here
Arroyo
Deep, Blue Silence
