a day or so late

 just before the moon was full
i walked in late afternoon
to the east, the moon rising
 to the west the sun setting
and the neighbor cows
 well, i've taken to talking to them.
and they look at me.
they seem to be staying close to the barn
and the round bales in the yard.
there's a new baby
 chocolate amongst the beautiful mamas.
and this itchy girl
made good use of granite.
 holding fast to normalcy
i am hoping for hope.
these beautiful beasts whose consciousness i can't grasp
and the birds, snow buntings, chickadees and bluejays
(at night owls call)
these things ground me and remind me
that our beautiful mother will be here
before and after me.
i keep turning off the news.
i will make milkweed paper today.

sightings and change

 hosta leaf
found dried and stitched
with stains and holes
 hold it against the light
light it up, i say,
and look at this
look at the architecture holding this
together as it fades
it will be paper
or glimpses of thoughts
 as will the flicker's few feathers 
left
 a small collection that i love
a new draftsman to me
but not really
baskin's works dance throguh my dreams sometimes
and then they're nightmares
 i was shappy to find this
 and this one found me

 a jewel for you
to heal your hurts
 as will this light show
 first day back at work today
meetings today and tomorrow
and then kids on thursday
the school year commences.
a new program,
a new school, a classroom!
changes.