Clouds Heading

Clouds heading east over
A eucalyptus tree on what
Was once an inland sea,
Now my valley, assume
Formation off frothing
Crests of wind-whipped
Waves, west and overhead.
The rest of their motion
Obeys the high timeless
Tide of a revenant ocean.

Time Curves Forward

Sowbug, a detrivore,
Found in fallen wood.
When touched in curiosity 
Curls up into a pill --
A skill of survival for
Sowbugs everywhere--
Protecting a future
In hope to live there.

Norma's Garden

Her garden in
Fall light invites
A visit --I read this:
"Good day." Is it?
I must say, it is.