rain day

kept in by a rain day.

the current book i'm reading,

today's words i'm writing,

it's dry glue on stiff, old paper adhering my attention.

yet i'll chance a drift to places i've been,

this swell time for drifting,

words of songs i've written float in and out of focus,

along side dear friends.

now this gives me pause.

how pleasant words can be,

jarring memories that hold sweetness.

the flapping wings of a large goose or pheasant

rising from a field, soaring, thump, thump,thump, close by overhead.

i am startled and pleased by the action.

Veering low and off, i feel the wind.

how quickly gone. 

and a smile remains on my face.

a frozen second of good time.

ready to plant

breakfast light,

cooked oats with raisins in.

outside temperature cool,

not freezing.

at the tree by the window,

the bird on the branch seemed to shiver.

we glanced and nodded.

had the same thought.

surely snow is over,

a new season we've got

while cleaning the dishes it seemed

it is reasonable time to be welcoming spring.

the plants are ready, need temperatures rise.

after all, it's nearly May, we've got spring skies

and flowers and seeds to put in the ground,

a new season we're claiming.

she's ready to plant.

the day it quits raining.
i'll make note.

camp out

scout out the far off, soft rolling hills.

you can see miles of dry range;

try this near lone peak
the farmer says it is a good spot

for a tenacious view of sunset.
you have permission to camp there
this light wind, warm, summer day.
bring the gear you need,
carry everything up the hill.

start a small fire, make coffee
and fry up vegetable pot stickers
add zippy,  sweet sauce.
it tastes just right.
talk and laugh a while, glad to be there.

what a spot you have for a bed roll.
light clouds and a sliver for a moon.
discover a quiet, starry night.

with open ways east there's a splendid shot of the rising sun.

it's quiet, a few birds and warm already.
heat up the coffee.
go ahead and smile.
a good way to start the day.