F=MxA, Redux

Thought and dandelions
Overgrow their own tops
So it's hard to tell where
Either  stops  -- then
At a living confluence,  
They  join  in  wind,
Take flight and influence
 Likely never ends.

Sunday Garden Tour

Sunday garden tour talking with
Jim --mostly just sitting
With him in dappling light
Where shadows danced 
Down a breezy tree
To table top in front of
Him and me -- entranced.

In Stone It Is Painted

Nothing she decrees is
Carved  in  stone -- it is
Painted--  and  one
Sees she alone  knows
Where everything goes.
This whatness sticks to
Rock and rock stays put
Face up on an earthen
Clock of garden days.