Three here

 sunny, warm and silent morn.

out the kitchen window 

two small deer in the yard

getting water from our dish;

heads suddenly turn

 their moother is here.

she leads them into the

woods and quickly away.

winter lover

 

  here's the review. 

had blue snow; 

not more than we could handle.  

didn't get covid, worried about it 

stayed at home. TV and

 good books got us through.

  ate everyday. 

reading and

 The new style of penmanship is easy to do, while

the old fashion was elegant, swirly, handsome.  

writing notes for shopping, corresponding with friends and family.

Making notation for later- things you need to remember.

flotation. Croation.

month on

 once underway spinning

 the beginning has begun.

we'll be whirling underway, 

count on us.

San francisci Bay i say, Sifu bill, 

thanks to you.

another perfect day.

we're hundreds. half here

and half wishing we were

and thinking about it.

right down to coffee and a donut.

Clean the draft

 Chris will bring his experience to

the situation, he said.

get the drain on the level.

what a devil.

now at seven a.m. Meri is working on it.

i woke to hear her working

in the mud  on the exterior.

she got up at five and cleaned the drain.

what a pain.

Chris forgot to get here.

he went to a party instead.

Color him red.

The Invisible Man

Does it happen to you or am i the only invisible man? Usually when it occurs i am next in line in a store and two or three shoppers come in and the next thing i know they're in front of me getting waited on  ahead of me.  i must be invisible.

 We went to Drug Mart and while she shopped i picked up an old car magazine, the big summer edition.  On the way home i noticed the 5.98 price on the cover.  Oh my, it wasn't a freebie!

 I didn't really care about the magazine. I sat at home and looked at it, about fifty cents worth, and we went back to that mall for take-out Chinese food, so i took the magazine back to the store,  put it on the rack where i found it and left.

There were four employees nearby, not busy not doing anything but talking, very close to that rack, but no one saw me either time.  I have known it for many years, but still it is a strange feeling, for i am occasionally invisible.

 

Blend in completely

 two young deer 40 feet away

behind our house in the woods 

are invisible when they are still.

i can not see them at all.

week to go

 holy cow, hot, humid now, 

moving toward July.

we've only a week to go.  

so get ready. 

last warning. 

Honey, it's upon us.

June floating by

 a most wonderful time of year,

i am pleased to hold it so dear.

time for a picnic with all the goods.

 a large golden pond and the dark,  thick woods.

 the month is so teasing,

fresh berries are pleasing,

lovers entwine.

pour some fresh summer wine.

our yard

 wait all day. well, a few hours.

until i finally go out. 

Inside home all morning,

into half the afternoon.

finally get up the ambition to go out.

 neighbor starts mowing. 

 picture this.

a racket.  distracting. disturbing.

impossibly bad  bad timing.

i left. 

 now from inside i consider words to write. 

it's hot out there. 

humidity is a factor.

in here it is quiet.

overhead

 can't see the the planes soar over.

they're high up.

maybe they're new york to alaska bound

or some other far place. New Zealand?

also it's cloudy today

what i hear closer to home

are a variety of birds 

and a smidge of neighbor chatter.

doesn't matter; some adult neighbor kids

are visiting for a while this summer.

now there goes another plane.

Oh, so very far away.

Weak end

 piling on hours to construct the day.             got'em together. now what do you say? 

we can begin the next month soon.

don't bother to tell me when

you'll reach for the moon.

Great humidity

 a promise of heat, we'll see. 

morning is wet with humidity.  

rabbits are out and we are too. 

light walking and taffic. 

trees are quiet, birds are few. 

clouds are whisps, sky is blue.

we classmates

we classmates today gathered at the 

golf course Bar North for lunch and talking.

and remained inside in air conditioning on a terrible ninety -something degree, humid day. 

we numbered nineteen. Skip came all the way from Houston.

one long line of tables worked for our group.

you know, i met Cynthia, Tom Meyers and Leslie way, way back in kindergarten.

the rest jumped on this train along the way.  we've ridden together ever since.

another fine day we had.  such a good time for all.

this is why we return and see these familiar faces again and again.

Storm last night

 don't know where the bunnies slept.

i think close along the leeward side of the house.

or under the heavy fur tree.

Jeeze the rain was beating down.

and we had the largest booms i've ever heard.

 shook the earth.

made me nearly roll off the bed. 

but i didn't get up to look out the window.

halfway slept and rode out the storm.

let it happen by itself.

hey, i would have helped if i could've.

you should have heard the amount of water pounding on the house.

Flashing light

 saw lightning bugs

last night three lit

bright as car headlights.

soon summer evenings will bring countless

flashes filling the black yard,

flooding the darkness with blinkiing lights.

.

so softly

  i will care for you.

help along the way.

when turning at a corner

gentle wind will warm you.

stay well, dearest,

 all is night and day.

poet's today

a date doesn't have to be current.

 written well today.

mentioned by the poet,

fits now.

try it on, Clownie.

sit down next to me.

crowd me not.

we can't share bus tickets.

you  know i like to write about bus rides.

Shooting

 citizens are frustrated the government does  nothing.

so today people parade

 against guns and shooters.

children's lives have been taken.

what is the meaning of this? 

kids.  the world is for them.

let them play and have fun together.

holidays, family, celebration.

bring back playgrounds in our culture. 

get on course.

and of shooting,

middle and old age people 

don't want to get wasted either.

much sun

 the day before June how it goes.

to load up on sun when it shows.

the grey-edged folly in the heavens,

cool blue and brightness in the sky.

 while meri mows the last of our acre.

thick and long.

 a while it'll take her.

i'm glad she is strong.

Free time

 Thinking before or after writing

Either one is happening always

Unless i'm writing, then it is between time.

Like somthing to eat; just finished or is next.

Let us mark it all down.

what fits into this scheme are our creatures.

Loveable and quick.  One rabit ran out of the bush two days ago and nearly ran into me. he saw me and froze. we both did. It 

We looked at each other and wondered what would happen next.

notice our rabbits. they are here or abscent.

never half way.  mark it down.

lit

 from space our planet appears lit.

not well just lit, overly so.

our planet shines in the large space pond

when seen from somewhere out ... beyond.

Paint away

 it sits around too many months.

years now.

 throw old house paint away

at the paint dump in Elyria.

the worker guys were jolly, old, heavy, slow.

they gave us cardboard boxes for packing.

Oh well, jolly is too much.

say they're very happy.

then out in the world,

 heading to wellington,

streets are dry, traffic light.

stopped to see Tim the clockman,

he'll pack our grandfather clock,

port it to oberlin, oil and set it up.

he wears clothes and glasses

from a hundred years ago.

back to home before returning

to Wellington a second time to do taxes

with another great, easy fellow.

job day, okay. what do you say?

Weekend warm

 we'll have a few summer days                                                                                                 leaping on us out of nowhere                                                                                                     when we thought it would                                                                                                                  take a while to get here                                                                                                                   pow it's upon us                                                                                                                                thank god of good weather    

Mid week

 Cold morn, later warm.

heard the news.

poor families of little kids shot in texas.

the things we have to put up with.  

poor united states of america.

pals

 Being nice to my friends, thinking of them. how i enjoy seeing them even though i don't have a load of new happenings to report.

seeing you and saying hello means you elevate my happiness by being here.             so hello means you make me happy.

The color of summer

 It will be warm today, one of the warmest and looking out this morning i see the sweetness of summer the way it should be, warm in the heavy shade of green you want to see.                                                              birds and rabits all on board; beige and white, blending in. there are trees and bushes thick with life. now a heavy sprinkle of rain.                    what a day.                                                            a good morning for you

Little birds

  see the short birds

 running in the Wallmart parking lot.  

little ones.       Plump but look how fast they go.                                      

do they immigrate south when there's snow?    i haven't the foggiest idea.                           

seems would be hard for them to run like that on ice. 

they have a lot of tricks though.

 birds have developed good abilities 

for many things they can do.

in wood times - reprise

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in wood times - reprise

in wood times i've spent walking
gathering colors, tasting sounds
by ferns, tall grass, and animals
under the forest canopy, making rounds

flushing pheasants as i go
they streak off in a line
then to stop, a place i know
amid green berries on the vine

wild white rolling clouds above
reflect the light, contrast the blue
in nature's time i touch the love
and symmetry by which things grew

the wind plays light and sweet
with mint and closer scents
honeysuckle and wildflower complete
the multicolored firmament

at a small creek bank i pause to drink
and there, witness life within
a small plant reaches water's brink
the shoots are young and thin

where hours pass i cannot say
the sun marks shadows on the land
little voices beg me to stay
i promise trees, i'll come again

Slip by

 All has changed for the better.  Am I kidding myself. We saw the play. We're halfway gone at the intermission. Don't know why we came back. We did. The show did have some actors playing a dog and a chicken. They were the best parts of the show. 

  I'll.remember them when I think of the performance. Good blocking. Of course the dog and thr chicken talked - it was a play.

In my mind

 today we'll see a play.

 new ideas will fill our minds.  

thoughts will rise. 

i'll have to write things down. 

inspiration will clamor. 

this is an afternoon show. 

we'll come home in sunshine. 

that says a lot of goodness for us.  

we're not evening people.

Clocks are wound

 can't learn much but it's a start.                 Tim winds his 17 clocks every Sunday         now we follow his example starting today. the sun i see ricochet                                        off the house being built across the street. Rod complained about it.                        this morning i see it bright. he's right.                           he hopes it will not be another sided white.            i hope the clocks run smoothly.                    and stand with rod.                            learning about clocks takes time.

the last day we saw rain

 

the last  day we saw rain                                                                                                            then 2022 dried a while,                                                                                                                 a surprise we needed,                                                                                                               the land did too, while                                                                                                                 for this afternoon is                                                                                                                         projected two inches of rain.                                                                                                    that is a monsterful.                                                                                                                 how can i mark this                                                                                                                future projection down?

the day before the rain quit

 

the last  day we saw rain                                                                                                            then 2022 dried a while,                                                                                                                 a surprise we needed,                                                                                                               the land did too, while                                                                                                                 for this afternoon is                                                                                                                         projected two inches of rain.                                                                                                    that is a&  monsterful.                                                                                                                 how can i mark this                                                                                                                future projection down?

soft night train

 

no screeching last night.

in breaths of quiet, light wind
the train pattered like grandma’s slippers
sliding along the linoleum kitchen floor,
hardly going anywhere 

and the whistle was not a blaster,
instead it gave soft puffs
like puh, with a long breath between the next muh.
muh ma, as if needed to be picked up and cuddled

loud noise

27 august 1883
the loudest noise our
planet has ever heard.
circled the earth four times.
if you were nearer than
ten miles from Krakatoa exploding
you'd be deaf.
floating pumice fields 10 feet deep
clogged ports,
there was so much ash thrown in the sky that in Nicaragua, on the other side of the Pacific, the sun was blue. 

poem for us

what poetry means
are soft words
how we feel
blanket warm
in light of dawn

with a pleasant look on our face.

and music with delicious melodies. 

rest calmly night

 

no wind, yet the sea moves 

on slow long breathes in and out;

respiring a sweeping rush of shore pebbles.

folding waters cause an occasional boom on the shore.

the near full moon reflecting

white sparkles in the sea

throws scattered far reaching points of light,

in the nearly-still envelope of evening.

 

how you do it swell.

evening, you're a sweet song

i know you mean well,

i can tell by how you've done.

a small boat in light ripples

 my Monterey, Snort,

built in 1930s when the name 

meant a shot of whiskey.

how sweet our time together.

how i patched you

and worked to make you right.

thank you,  Morgan for selling her to me.

 i ordered a two cylinder, 900 pound  diesel engine 

from China.  it came to the boat yard in Sausalito.

i put it in.  a pal set it straight in the boat.

and i hooked the mechanical and electrical.

 

i can taste the salt water breeze of the Pacific

when i think of it.

oh, we had our tine running in the bay

and on the ocean.

 

 ***

 

hurray.

for the fiftieth anniversary of the Oakland bay bridge

i took my 28 foot old wooden sloop Navigator,

my nautical wood working friend Mike and Meri 

and along with over a thousand other boats

on a black windless night

 

 packed close like sardines a tin i heard them hitting  each other.

managing in the thick of music, lights and celebration

we  had a fine rime and got home without a nick.

all part of life on San Francisco Bay

sloop

a lengthy swift sloop at sail at sea
with half a breeze and half a sun as you man her
nowhere to go and no call to go
just time to set far back
look up to the tall sturdy mast
as nylon sails snap
to the occasional wind's lick

the ocean spits bits of spray
back and forth over the bow
with a gentle lift the shore is visible
then a recline and shore is gone
another lift and the long, low line of land is there again

no need for a shirt with warm air rushing over you
and your hair is twisted and thrown and dampened by spray
a red neck feels good and a tan face
makes it better to have lived this way
strong hands hold the ship to a meandering course
from nowhere
in particular
and back a gain

scattered over

 can't get away today,                                    going to cover us well                                         is the prediction,                                                      stay in to keep dry.                                      plus there is  more on the way                              with thunder they say                                  and we haven't even begun.                         now is quiet as France.  let's                    someday waltz across the bridge.                          with umbrellas

with the volume of a bright candle glow

  red clock lights

blinked away this morning.

hello okay.

blinking  meant the current was interrupted.

good morning anyway.

don't blow a gasket.

i'm surprised the flashing didn't wake me.

how are you with blinking?

good thing coffee settles everything, that's      my thinking

glow on.

 

light stepping

 
good shoes, the right jacket.
open land to the end of the field.
cross the piece of woods beyond.
dry weeds snap and crackle as i walk

through the short stretch of brush
to the pond. it's morning
and already a pleasant day
can be seen ahead. 

the good sun, light breeze. sit and listen for a while to the soundsof the day. a bird or two and large clouds. enough to make a full world. 

make a note: a very good time of morning for an easy hike

War is hell

 such torture the world suffers.

unnecessary to endure.

not stars nor flowers or love.

come out of that; turn a light on above.

it's coming from the sun

it’s fitting that I start from here 

the tale that I can’t tell 

just meditate and don’t relate 

you know the story well

 

 i’ll tell you what the prophet sees 

the things I can’t relate the thoughts you’ll twist into your toys the things you won’t debate

 it’s not what you expect you see that’s how we play the game we hesitate instead of flow as the world remains in change

 the greatest words I’ve written the wildest things I’ve said were sung by children half-asleep and wetting in their bed

 there is secret news I’m going to say it’s sleeping in your heart but take your time, it’s here with mine don’t leave before you start 

 it’s coming from the sun there’s nothing more than that the fire burns, heats the earth and here the poet sat while knock, knock, knocking the postman at the door brings coupons free, some for me and still I look for more 

 but there’s something that I’ve written the wildest thing I’ve read when world began in secret news the words some others said it’s not as you expect, you see that’s how the world does go we go about trying to learn instead of forgetting what we know

 while knock, knock, knocking the old man at the gate chases his hat, loves his cat and that’s more than he can take

 beyond the last tomorrow when the old man loses sight thoughts will rush like choir boys passing each by candle light 

 it’s coming from the sun 

  i can see it coming down 

what it is our words won’t say but there’s sure enough around

 it’s fitting that I say no more of the tale that I can’t tell 

after all, I’m only you, a poet too, as well

sail on lightly

 the bay in light winds, always ready

  on clear, fine temperature, sunny days.

  i love how your waters rolled under me.

 Cousin Don. Sharlett. Crab louie.

 Mike, dock workers, familiar faces.

at home on the cove. 

 beyond is my bay.

with  the great, steel, red-orange bridge. 

call her the Golden Gate. 

how did you slip from my grasp?

i know you're waiting for me

 as i for you.

i had so much life to live.

Pot lucky

 time for good weather

here it is now and what do you know?

our  deer friends nibbled buds off everything they were able.

little trees, good bushes, that's their table. way to go.

they snip sharp as scissors.

deer do. snipping whatever.

good luck now.  today a Pot luck after service.

can't wait to see what everyone brings.

 nonsense, of course i can and will...for all sorts of things.

i love good taste like deer do.

warm and I walked our grounds

 not muddy but soft.

would be great if it drys.

and jo's lemon pie was a winner;

one of several at our pot luck dinner.

tuesday some

 back to dimitri's.  the dog opens at eleven. 

 we found

 no parking in front.

the day very cold, wore my heavy coat, walked

to the door.  the food didn't

get her vote.  a matter of poor grease.

Potatoes and eggs were fine.

i thought ... and thought ... it was okay.

we took Catherine there another

time ago.  we're Oberniks now. 

sun and colding

 seems should be dickens better

thick and fine; keep in line. 

 it doesn't look like jacket weather. 

the calender creates another tale.

on the ground is a surprise sight

the falling snow is sticking white

some cities are better for what they did

they built their baseball stadium with a lid

big, fat, way out of season snow flakes

have been falling since eight this morning.

no pause. four p.m. it's nearly stopped

Six inches of snow is now melting. rapidly.

busy weather day happening. 

Mystery

 no deer or chipmunks; no sign of them.

 that's why it's so quiet.

cri-min-nently (one word for the occasion.)

Meaning caspita or holysmoke.

looking,  perusing quietly.

thought I'd say a day like this

the robin doesn't seem to know

he's a robin.

 

we're all out'a sorts.

pinch me

 the decorative old  grey piano shop on the left bank

has a family business next door which

steamed clean the load of wash i carried there.

would be

if the weather only warms

in a display of it's charms

summer then will burst forth

to hold us in its arms.

lines of grey

 beyond the far horizon

 heavy  rain clouds pile.

morning when i'm rising

 darkness stacks up half a mile.

Dreamed

 swam all night in dream

mainly upstream.

 peaches and cream filled my head

so it seemed.

Prefer

 woke up on a saturday and couldn't say 

the word preferably.  it came out in pieces.

stumped me completely. 

otherwise, I'm reading an excellent 

book called The American West by Dee Brown.

  been reading the same story

In five or six books for two years.

Started with Tecumseh WwhT beyond Lewis

and Clark into the old west 

eventually into the twentieth  Century.

Wednesday

 middle of the week, 

keep holding on.

spring has reached Its peak.

soon rain'll be gone.

  

Had it

 in a good way. what'd i have?

all the necessary lines.

looked around on dry ground.

then i found every pound.

the name, the month.

couldn't find those. uh

checked several times.

the wrong year.  It was there finally.

when i found the right year.

my name is Rosa. 

i'm cleaning, doing poetry repair.

for me and you, reader. i swear.

who is the leader?  in the air?

we all care.  back up. back up.

everywhere. now take it easy.

lovely day

 says it all, now what do you say.

tell me how you feel.

it may warm soon.  by afternoon?

no way.  not today. but spring is real.

i know we need more flowers.

from what is seen, lawns are green.

spring is early. on the way 

in a matter of hours.

 

 Kirtland

An hour away.

Quilt show until May first.

april 1 2022

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Carolina sun

 as the heat of the Carolina sun poured down 

brothers Wilbur and Orville worked

 to overcome the skeptical naysayers.

first building then improving while

 experimenting with their flying machine

 amid the blowing hot sands at Kitty hawk.

such unbelievable excitement and courage 

 while maintaining calm composure and 

persistence on the way to their goal.

it was one hundred years ago the Wright 

brothers  from Dayton, Ohio calmly unveiled

 a gift to the world: the flying machine.

what a time this 20th Century.

no sooner did the first horseless carriages   

begin shaking, throwing dust and rattling  up and down the 

streets when flyers appeared in the sky overhead.

&&& 

Pulitzer winning author David McCullough 

brings to life the story of the great adventure -

how man began to soar like the birds: The Wright Brothers

the date

 it is a pleasure to be reading a book

and when suddenly the date is mentioned.

i find it is this week or the other day.

makes me feel positioned in the right zone.

not far from home.

neither the suthor nor i are alone.

we just moved closer together.

this works in any weather. 

weeks to go

 after a month of waiting

today i got two injections against covid.

special shots for people with no imunity.

now i wait, just wait, two more weeks

for imunity from the medicine to kick in.

how now brown cow

needed rhyme to show i'm serious

not delirious in proof this is a poem.

poof. up in smoke. and like shots -

double poof. 

Scratch this.  It's too early to write right.

day do you have?

 to go major factual i

checked the calender

it's 23 March in this year 2022.

  then noticed  the farm fields.

 

soggy all around; sure enough.

dark clouds this afternoon.

nothing significant.

appreciate what we have.

a song in the morning

 i got my hat, brought my coat

taking  a walk is what i'm about.

Oh, i'll bring my book in case there's time.

leave yours on the hook, next to mine.

so sit a while, stay in line.

 think and smile.

may some sunshine start the day.

during a lacuna i'll make plans

on warm beach sands

to lunch a bunch. Oh man, ole man.

so close to rhyme.

hills to climb 

curiouser and curiouser

first day o spring

 feels like it ought to be

sun, still, wonderful.

nothing to fabricate  about 

this repetition of goodness.

moving

 into a new day unobstructed. 

Loosen your scarf

unbutton your collar and relax.

there's nothing like

sailing over a light traffic, gentle road

 with the object of doing well ahead

to get your chores done.

 and tell me: is the day fun yet?

today my

 today Thursday the 17 of march 2022

i checked the time ...

the sun set at nearly seven thirty pm,

hanging while slowly dropping, 

 Like looking into the face of a

powerful, red glowing cannonball.

that approximation hangs on the clocks.

how well they're set today.

i take responsibility. 

such

 such a lovely day and quiet.

only thing to hear is ringing in my ear

when i think about it.  but i'm too busy

thinking to pay that kind of attention.

breezeless

 all the sunny, calm, warm afternoon needed

to seriously open spring is here.

 heaven is a clean car

  and gas in the tank.

crushed in white

 blanket tight wrapped my shoulder.

sure dark and cozy as i slept last night.

dreamed through silence.

a calm reliance in my heart.

to generate a new beginning,

 starting over heading for a new spring.

snow will melt.  no more dark sky.  

this winter's over. 

let school yard voices sing.

right off the bat

 first day and there is

one interested in our home for sale.

we're going to the clockman

i called and

 clockman is closed until Monday. 

no driving that way today.

forget the meatless so-called 

impossible burger

and fries, and adding to our ketchup  stash.

grey, they say will snow anyway.

i had to keep reading that to see what i was talking a bout.

forget it.

just another day.

how much going on can happen?

not a ketchup's worth.

International women's day

 around the globe it is here 

yet only beginning.

it will grow 

and we'll all be better

'

 

two horses

in the small corral

stand in extreme opposite corners

though horses like company

these two must have been

together long enough

each knows what

the other has to say

Ukraine 2

 It has to end soon.

the killing and destruction

are beyond the pale.

comfort

 twenty something degrees

 and cold means comfortable.

while waiting in the car

sitting in the sun.

war ukraine

 war is disturbing. a monster let out among us.  we can hardly get away. a million people have tried. families, small children. mothers and fathers on the run.

 where are the old buildings?  8 and pieces. favorite chairs and dishes. treasures passed down in families. could not carry it away.  

in transit.  who will plant the family garden this year? remember the neighbors so steady in the good times. love and kindness will remind us.

Deer so

 the fur on the deer

 is durable like double pane glass,

giving protection to thirty below.

for a deer to chew a shrub is like finding

 a breakfast of bacon, toast and eggs

 over easy.  deer have good imaginations.

winter break

 sunny and warmer is the current 

condition.

this could signify that extreme cold

and heavy snow has finished for this year.

i imagine most of us are in agreement

that the time is right.

Ukraine

    we are so sorry

    for you, and now for the world.

God protect the people of Ukraine

who must fight to stay home.

lets call this by the day of the week

 where it has appeared.

even though days slip away mirrored 

and reflecting each other

rember this by what day it is.

and I'll say i'm labeling 

before it slips beyond.

 yeah, Thursday ... 

a splash in the pond.

     reflection 

surprised my month is stretching

 my birthday month usually runs by like zip.

this is a big deal to live in my month a bit.

i tell you so far it's been a nice trip.

 let it rip. don't slip.

i like new york

 for some reason i haven't

been to the Big Apple for a zillion years

or twenty-five,  before the towers fell

been a while ago.

i'll think of NYC and smile. 

and don't remember well.

seems new things are coming in my head

 faster than i can absorb.

bouncing around, ideas are.

warm weather, blue sky.

TIMES SQUARE for enjoying.

not toying. wrap that around ya, Sunshine.

cold again

cold between ... i could call this that.

the point is: it will be warmer.

we'll wait for tomorrow.

they say that's how long we have to wait.

we'll see how it goes. 

today  i'm reading 

about injustices to native Americans. 

though we certainly have traded 

instances of misbehavior,  we and they.

7 However:

it was their land until we showed up and0

forced a new order. 

the entire earth has 

gone this same way.  it never changes.

notice how fast we're spinning.

 

i just had coffee, toast

with banana,  almond butter 

and jelly. Meri brought me the coffee

so I wouldn't spill it all over myself, the

 computer, the carpet, the furniture

and  our dog or cat if we had one.

either one, both.

anyone.  watch yourself.

grey on

 water dropped from the sky last night.

this morning we've more green grass than snow.

can use a break  from winter inclemency. 

February natural , where did you go?

dark some

 same ol' winter talk.

  rolled in thick snow weather.

looking out thinking

it's how winter memories are made.

ground's snow covered tonight.

turn on the outside light.

quiet while snowflakes flew.

dark earth is shaded, rolling blue.

In a chunk

 we've a bite

of dear February going, 

missing. chunked out.  gone.

look at this month where you can see it.

 a calendar does well for viewing.

now call this month half gone and it has

been a pleasure. 

some snow,

nothing much else to note.

 can't gloat, so feb is light for pleasure.

vacant even. 

dormant catches it in good measure

 idle. can't hear it ticking.

exhale easy, easy.

turning

 can weather be so on the verge

of changing from the throws of deep winter to a later, lighter breathe of spring.

Let us not kid ourselves.

The middle of February is not the 

time for a weather turnaround. 

You may think about it;  

It then quit, get real.

you can wait this out for a while.

real change will arrive later.

afternoon sun

 what a strong time for beams

shooting straight to my wall

over fields and trees, across 

yesterday's fallen snow, frozen 

stiff, cold with nowhere to go.

beam on will ya.  shine in.

afternoon sun we'll take you

a few hours. beam in lovely.

you're ours.

clouds abscent

 here is Sunday, above ... blue sky.

thick snow on the ground, three days old.

 what more do you need?

 how about a hug? less cold.

 warm stones on a crackling fireplace 

and a cozy rug.

that's why winter has a pretty blue sky;

to distract you.

you're fond of us and we of you

 ladies, to the ocean of you ...

  if the tide needs rolling in 

 men know a woman would

 help  pull and finish the job

falling snow

 got dressed, did work on what i i'd written.

snow continued to fall all morning as hours passed.

white beauty through the window.  

 snow accumulates.

Rain on feb 2nd then big snow .

  can we sleep with spring 

melt changing to a blizzard?

well it's this afternoon.

three days they've been saying. 

 

 oh, yes it's Grandma's birthday.

 i'm the last celebrating.

i'll ask my daughter the record keeper

which one i'm celebrating

Just talk about it

 that's enough to get us worried. 

 foot of rain then a foot of snow 

how'd they get pictures 

  hasn't even happen ed yet.

old black and whites blurry 

how they swung the camera a round.

Some don't have names

 titles, not names like bob and maria.

 examples include: mailman

captain, that's a title for you.

be wary,  what's hard to rhyme.

takes time.  mr  i mean.

where are we heading?

Into a week filled with snow.

let's take it easy this winter day.

imaagine warmth and the scent of

burning man pungent cedar wood.

 light and quiet on an afternoon.

we can take a quiet day

leaning on February

 going  to tip it open

unzip the weather package.

see what comes to fruition.

ripen away lads and lasses. 

sunshine now will you, please.

i must be nuts, it has  been snowing all day.

little flakes continue persistently.

the month has proven itself

Thursday three snow

 flakes  falling

suddenly thick over a heavy red cardinal.

 other birds fly low over rooftops

through bare bushes.

the cardinal finds shelter in a near tree.

snow lightens, i'm writing

as the birds flutter by.   

when now snow is heavy again

birds get out of sight.

i see deep in the thick branches of a of green giant arborvitae

the cardinal sits tucked in

waiting out the winter fury.

Thuga.   

day later

 snow filled the town yesterday

both sides and down the middle.

a helpful warning came from the weatherman.

he sung it out and it sure came down.

forget about it now until next time.

it's 41 degrees this afternoon.

then going down to 12 tonight.

Scary promises.  wrap tight.

 

A foot of snow

 more to the east

here at least is plenty.

a surprise to see in the morning.

be around this week they say

it's staying cold, not melting.

a January pelting. how winter's sypposed to be.