Morning sun

don't know how that morning sun could weave through the woods to the hill we were on. our old cabin was 100 years old. in the Paiute Mountains; we lived at 6400 feet. comfortablly. Ponderosa and Jeffery pine. the soil is decomposed granite. with bear and deer. Meri remembers the soft whistle of the wind in the trees. i recall the cool, clean mountain water and our time on the mountain.

Riding the white

friday to Cleleland and during the night before it snowed a few inches. four or five. alot of white. i slept through it of course. they say more came down in nearby places. is this enough snow talk? one more ... there are rabbit tracks outside. i'm dressed and ready. now what to write? oh, yes, calander words. January 2023, no kidding. used to be the month before Lincoln's and Washington's birthdays until the big they - changed them. how about that? keeps us in line maybe. i have no idea.

Waiting rain or snow

i've reading and writing to do, then running to Cleveland. foul weather comes down tomorrow. guess it will squeeze in fine. traffic passing by today is zero. there, i mentioned what isn't. either reading or writing poetry you need your imagination.

Early to create

a quick hello amigos. and to the rest of you and we, see, quick as a bee. let us see how is it going? Calif is getting hit a second week by rain storms and flooding. it is rough out there. Ohio is quiet and dull. looking good. this is okay. you have to learn to live with what you have.

First week in January

sure we've started many months lots of times. recall the colors of the blocks and sky? i can bring to mind the excitement of newness; says a lot. walking blocks passing familiar faces. not writing notes will allow too much slip away. breath well, smile from the inside.

Not bad

coming down. looks like could become harder rain. 

will pound all day they say. 

course they predict all sorts of misfortune. 

we'll sit still, lightly suffer, and half grinn

in the extra time we'll have a look at a private art collection available for the first time. 

new/old art in Cleveland. forty minutes away.

 drove over to look. that went well. 

 we'll see. and we did. all is well.

 lunch was swell.

January sky

no snow, cold enough. Sunday today. we'll go to the service. see familiar faces, note how we've aged. say some good quiet words from our hearts. somberly i'll remember the lake, the bay and the woods. what we've achived, the forever goods. and give thanks.