after a while

 when solitary, quiet night designs cover me;

drifting in ... got to be ... sets me free. one two three.

what about and how to write a poem.

find it. passing birds on the wing.

 

when i wake

 creative thoughts  have traveled on. 

   all is gone.

leaving me to begin not knowing where to head. 

 

how to start;

 a blank paper is how to begin

where thoughts are thin in the margin.

with the sun shining on the wall or through a window nearby.

sun in view or on me.1

works every time.

a worker in the house

 a worker is in the house grinding, pounding

and making as much noise as i can possibly stand.

today i am looking at the clock wondering 

how soon will he go home and will he c

lean up the mess he made before he packs up his tools and gets out of here. 

i have bee9 n very nice to him all day.

Cold a bit

 snow isn't seen. Yet.

we could do with some.

i didn't say that we needed snow.

have to finish the year first;

that's not demanding much.

seems how winter usually begins.

with stretches on the calendar, regular.

so now is getting into the season.

it will get here.

the kettle's on the boil now

the sun shot Its last ray 

snow is on the way.

Final two weeks of the year

 Yeah, It's here. 

Measure of time.

The days seem fine.

Mark them off

 yours and mine.

We're clipping 

Along, you know.

And there I stumbled to fill the gap

don my cap ...  got here quick, like thunder...

Wind

 can't call it heavy, didn't weigh it.   Just let it blow.

keep out of the way.

southern U.S. caught terrible destruction.

here, up North, we got away.

we could hear, it wailing ... making the rounds.

got my attention.

now yesterday is gone; all is calm again.

let the new day develop.