Happy Autumn!

This morning, she gathered 
Garden oddments and plugged
A glue-gun in outside, resulting
In a gift for her mother.
She calls it "Fancy Pumpkin".
I call it "Autumn Assemblage".
I don't know, sometimes it's
Almost like we're two different people.

Observer

I have found a daylit
Moon over an olive 
Tree, or did it find me?
Former means peace,
As does the latter, so
I guess it doesn't matter.

At This Latitude

Earth and I turn
East 800 miles per hour.
The least wave breaks
In crests of
Wildflowers, mountains,
Years, now, yesterday.
Tomorrow we feel
Churning stars
Refill the furrow
Of our keel.