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.

E equals

Over treetops,
In the sky, we
See ourselves
Tonight.
By computation
In moonlit leaves
We are the
Square root
Of light.

Five Years Into Retirement

[Normaphoto of backyard]

Gray fences, pushed
About by bushes, abandon
Euclid at burled trunks.
Trees outline eccentricities.
Mind divided from a park
By palings sees each
Limb beckon in wind.
Gardens call, and by
Reckoning of
Fall leaves, light, rain
And shadow, go where no
Fences are at all.

Golden Gate

Saturday, dressed as its own dream,
Golden Gate Bridge began
With a veil over its span,
Recalled designs formed
In Joseph Strauss's mind and,
As the day warmed, seemed
To assemble as it did for him--
A poet and engineer who undimmed
A dream and made it appear.

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.