Didn’t happen. Rain came, swept in.
Sun remained behind clouds.
Two walkers were poured upon
The weather will swirl in predictions
We’ll have to wait to see how it goes.
And that’s a prediction you can depend on.
poetry - jack sender - all of my life
Didn’t happen. Rain came, swept in.
Sun remained behind clouds.
Two walkers were poured upon
The weather will swirl in predictions
We’ll have to wait to see how it goes.
And that’s a prediction you can depend on.
Cloud cover sans moisture
We tolerate the heavy grey
Days like this until relief
Think the last of winter will be brief
Completely still as we look out.
Nothing moves.
Not a fresh breath breaks stillness.
Not track of hooves
People get ready, song by Curtis Mayfield.
I asked to write with him
He said he writes alone.
Curtis mayfield 1942 - 1999
9:53 a car went by.
A Wednesday and fog some.
A bluebird out in front, kitchen side
To see Monica this noon.
Another nothing doing day.
Will put together events
Thinking engagements
Preparing for spring
Not banging one out of the ballpark.
To the wall will do if I run well.
Looks sunshiny today can you imagine.
Dandy light blue if you’re sky wondering.
Outside is alive with cars going by case you want to know.
Too season early for green, but get ready.
I’ve off the planet wonderful on my mind.