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.

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.

Up

This summer,
Morning glory
Got up a privet
To give it 
Color where only
Green was.
I don't always approve
Of what the garden
Does, but I like this.