Early Spring, Norma Recharging

Morning finds her
Parting plastered leaves
Over flowers---

They unfurl like
Elfin flags.

She sets the camera down.
Some unseen powers
Snag its lens around

And dream prismatic
Beams to catch her
Studying the ground.

 

Remembering Them

Far over
Roses
Ghosts
Embrace and
Fill
The sky.

Roofcat 2

Roofcat surveys all 
He has no concept of
Owning --owns nothing
Except water in the 
Creek, the shrieking 
Things he eats and 
Catches sunset where
Last it lays on  the 
Roofspine-- asks for 
Nothing of mine from
His high peak so, though
A friend, seldom speaks.

Only A Few Months

Over the southwest
Field, where new grass
Strives with old and
Yellow light lines
Earth, the blue
Hour lowers.
Air is still cold, but
Soon, birth below
Will lift flowers
And trees must sprout
Their lace of leaves
Across the summer moon.