Found-Poem: new flowers (Normasource)

Norma has had the flu! But she got out today and inspected her garden. She sent photos from her phone and a message --a message typical of a directness I can seldom approach in poetry. I reproduce it intact:

"new flowers:

I raked leaves over the bulbs, then the bulbs came up and look how they pushed the leaves up with them."

Gate

Bright jasmine on
Old palings, a
Treeline echoed
In clouds: things
Solid and things
Bleached in light,
In wonder, unreached
Heights, attention--
Unnoticed dances.
Things sing loud
In nature to
The mind and yet
We just don't
Get it all.
Left behind?
Not far, not wrong.
Grown in chances,
Survival is cyclic,
That's all, a song.

Lisa's Dragon

From chrysalid oak imagined
In the stuff of stars, swirling
Eddies, dreamers swimming
In enchanted channels,
Lisa's dragon emerged --
Underway amid wind-whipped
Towers in the sea, and
Higher among cosmic hours.
It beckons above waves--
Waves to you, waves to me.