Hover files

 When the weather feels 

like good intentions 

above every color petal 

and some soft round centers 

and frilly lace clusters 

hover clouds of life 

you must make effort to see

hundreds of tiny translucent wings 

attached to tiny buzzing bodies 

filled with life their own 

warmed by the same sun

more intimate still 

cooled in the shade 

of the same tree

as we

who buzz ourselves with life 

blown gently but without care

by the same breezes 

as humble hover flies

My magical safety weeds

 Sunk my roots deep

Deep deep 

With smoke in the basement 

And using vines of many kinds

I wove

a fence and net

 around it all

A thorny wall

in spaces and in others 

honey suckle flowers

In the low places spells I cast

with my smoke 

and my powers

Walls of Green to keep us safe

high and low and deep and wide

A cat bird seat

with us inside