Last cold day

 

A brave or foolish phrase to mutter.

Never before this early have I forecast 

an early warm spell on our way.

Caught into the calls for global warming

I know it’s early

Friday gets away

 

Fair weather day, all seems okay.

Will get done what I can.

Sky is bright, how are ya?

Working on cleaning,

Threw paintings away, 

Making room today.

Have far to go and time is tight.

Space seems at a premium.

Winter has gone away.

rainy day in February

shifting days seem ready to change

no snow and wet out.

drops glisten.

not so cold.

waking to the fact a dear friend has died.

a strong family man.

my hero.

where are we now

His son called

 

It was six in the morning, I fumbled

as I picked up the phone,

 saw his name on the readout,

He never called me before.

Got the phone to my ear.

“Hello.”

“Jack, this is Lorenzo … ”

I heard all he was going to tell me in his voice

And it shocked me.

Sandro got away

 

How could it happen

My friend Alessandro has died.

I slipped up not seeing him when we were there.

He and I knew how close we felt,

We both let our friendship slip.

This was an accident. 

Somehow we got away.

Changing days

 

Sky is light blue

Someone zipped by

No falling snow

What we have looks thinner 

Although it’s too cold to begin melting.

Tomorrow for sure we turn to higher temperatures 

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