calm

turning to fall, calm and grey.
a quiet day.

raining

it's raining drops heavy as rocks,

solid drum beats on the roof,
haven't heard tapping like that for a while;

rain enough to slow traffic.
the bubbling puddles come alive.

new post

don't know what day it is,
not the date or day of the week.
i can guess, and miss by a mile.
it's not important to me.
this is all good news.
now i can get paint out
and capture what i see in color.
sounds good, but won't happen.
here is where i will note the day,
in thought and words...okay.
they say it may thunder,
i hope it does; that's the kind of scary interruption i like.

song writer

seeing a song written out, music and words, is like seeing handwriting:
no matter how you feel about the song, when written down
you can gather a feeling for the writer.

paul mcartney, ned washington, paul simon, you and me.