Days on

There you go

Time is splitting into pieces.

Doubling up, and down,

We can link it.

it’s sure worthwhile to have around.

Thanks for being my friend;

It has always been a treasure to know you.

Grandma’s birthday

 

My sweet grandmother, what a dear.

Always alert. 

A kind soul.

Whole note

 

The front end of February arrives

Fat and loaded 

Filled to the brim

Starting in completion 

Boasting a full pack

Held in good order

Ready for birds and plants

On this edge of spring.

Fine de Janio

 

Making soft plans

Exercising to be stretched 

Not a movement fuori

All is quiet.

Winter is taking a break.

Climate change is happening .

A county vehicle went by

Too quickly to see the name painted on the truck.

Am ready to return in Italia.

Dry ok and good eating

Hills, distance, quiet ocean; art

Explore some. Read and write

Shake it out

 

Attendance runs weak today

Need a butter word for this slices

Wear your knit cap

Keep your head warm

Ride out of darkness 

Keep your butter side up

Dance to the music.

Fillet of soul

Fill the platter

Darn the yarn

There’s no matter

Show your charm

Last night was the event

 

First it hit the roof

Scattered rain in a clout.

There was no doubt 

Pounded my dreams 

Left morning disheveled.

Clouds ran unguarded 

Heard tapping up above

Or it came through the walls

Combined in my dreams 

Perilous it seemed

Until morning had opened 

Fearless and content