poetry - jack sender - all of my life
winter takes a break today.
while every, i mean everyone
tried to get into a used items sale at
Henry’s Barn, a very large building just out of town.
cars galore coming from everywhere.
we got in the slow moving line.
then cars were turning around.
the sign said no parking at all.
we backed up and drove out.
you can’t always get what you want.
we didn’t need anymore from the sale anyway.
we were just going looking.
snow began to fall in the morning
around nine, so call it a late start,
As but came down all day without stopping.
look at the beauty.
borderline melting five hours later when
i seriously started noticing the still, wet snow.
not a big deal, but sounds like.
a wonder to behold.
this one or that, we’ll see how it goes.
everyone’s working, everyone knows.
as it’s morning, a new day is calling.
no one is stalling. winter shows.
grey and dull white.
nothing shines bright.
weather seems setting up for later
when it could become greater.
bet on snowfall later in the day.
i’ve my boots on.
I’ll watch out.
Any birds in the feeder
I’ll give a shout.
Meri said she saw Little this morning.
Looks like she got married. Has a partner.
unusual snow melt day
what we’re dealing with.
some rain and above freezing.
the lawn is poking through the snow.
doesn’t happen all at once every day.
yesterday it looked like nearly a foot of snow.
now the sky and overall outside has a different patina.
the words i write come in variance from regular.
i am rocking against the shifting breeze.
We had snow again and it’s cold.
You know., for half a year there is no traffic going by.
I read of Lincoln and want to read more.
Read of Lindbergh and now have a
1929 large story of Franklin.
These men made a heavy print when they passed.
So near and so far away.
Just around the corner.
Not all the snow has melted.
Nothing dripping especially.
Not that I can tell.
The mail man hasn’t come by yet.
We’ve a few mail persons.
We never know who’s delivering.
meri knows one by name.
She’s been working in the garden when they come by.
i’ve been out there wondering Who is that cutting through our woods.
Half the snow is gone.that’s the report.
All covered with snow.
Everything is still.
Picking pieces and holding together.
Sure is the other side of the year, globe, pattern of things.
Four geese floating in a half iced over pond.
They can take cold weather just fine.
i can watch a few minutes from
inside the car with the heater on.
not an animal out there. here is the story.
i’ve to sort pages, carefully make notes.
again looking out i see nothing moving.
quietness has a charm of its own, doesn’t it?
do you fill your head with future action?
impossibly easy the day begins
in my working days i showered and took off.
coffee happened when it finally appeared.
at five this morning Meri saw Little
out there during dark of winter.
although predicted to be cold
last night again ran fine.
dreams and sleep comfort surround.
she read a couple inches of snow are on the way.
this year winter has been slow to get here .
this house so tight holds us just right.
