core thought

 

core thought

core thought
at home thinking a spark
where day starts,
all begins in the dark.

five this morning
playing piano in my head
figuring it out, doing the left hand,
making it better, keeping it tight, lying in bed.

and i said, time moves on, six-thirty; oh,
the sun is on the mask now, the stone medallion
over the door on the building opposite our window.
i’m up this instant and want to take a photo of it.

the mask is already
a few hundred years old
and i want to preserve it
forever, on celluloid? am i joking?

and i take one, it is blurry.
i take five, all are blurry.
for one minute some days,
some times i think of

these swans in stone, this family seal.
the sun kisses it brief moments, mornings
when it is sunny. if i am looking
at the right time, in the right month, i see it.

though, can’t think of it now, planning this day, i am.
have to make breakfast and shower,
then catch a train to pick up the car.
we’ll find a place to park it when we get here

back to where we start, some other hour
at the beginning, home again
at the beginning of the day
then, when the sun is rising

Blank time

 

A little warmth would feel fine.

Give us some good season to enjoy 

We’ll take and give.

One third

 

Can clean the ledges

Wipe the edges

Note the grey comes through .

0n this darker morning

The month I was born in

Here is a fine hello to you.

So we carry the grey

Drag it through the sky

It’s the kind of day it is.

Hold on to your smile

We will persist 

In two thirds the month to go

Eight is great

 

Did you see the space?

We’re goings to Smucker’s town.

This is a big deal , a little town an hour away 

Out in the country.

Ready to float.

Open the moat

Ten spot

 

Coming and going this morning starts well.

We’re ducking sadness 

We think yesterday we lost our bunny, or two.

We will see how days develop.

No quick decisions.

The full story develops.

Now we’re keeping alert for an early spring.

We’ve no snow here in February 

 No longer a regular winter 

Solid bearings

 

Empty street car beds

Silent rolling through nothing special 

Give me a bay and a boat

Floating our way, we shall 

First feb week

 

Seek out the peak

Just a quick squeak 

Remembering tight waves we rode

Terry and I floating 

Struggling to get by

We made it to another day

Quick car go by Sunday morn

 

Blue lite sky bright 

Silent as it should be.

Short white stiff grass

White truck goes by.

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 

No rain

 

Running through January when a rainless day is the event.

It seems we need sunshine for a week to dry out.

Quiet again, that’s for sure.

Seems the reason to celebrate.

 Nothing moving; though we saw a blue jay.

Grey sky, nothing but grey sky’s from now on.

Bowling them down

 

Made room to continue 

Without a frown 

complete weekend menu.

Mark the days round 

There’s candles and leather 

Light as a feather 

Sailing the bay

In all kinds of weather.

Mark it all down.

We’ll crew for you

The coffee is warm

Head with the wind

Lean Jan, nothing left

 

Little caps, the rest gone.

Took care of that month.

More snow is a possibility 

But don’t look for it right away 

A few visible blots of white

Are more likely plastic bag pieces 

Most everywhere is wet and soggy

It doesn’t look cold at all.

A car or two went by in speed.

Where to is the appropriate question

 Nothing special is going on

That’s the tune of the day

Looking the slate over

 

 snow is half gone

Put a mark on the wall.

You think it’s almost spring?

Experience tells me it’s way up ahead 

Take your foot off the brake 

Tajour is our dentist

 

Haven’t seen him for a while.

New year, same old when I get there 

A piece of a my toothcap fell out.

Meri had a tooth wiggle 

He’ll put us back together.

And She got glue, l’ll get a new bridge for three teeth.

Nice to drive here,back to norwhere

The old home land.

I feel love for the place, the park, the pool.

There’s joy to see Tabby and Self again. 

Thirty minutes by car to home 

There’s a pizza place around here I like.

Meri most always says no

Today she bought me a slice.

Week middle

 

Halfway tomorrow we’re set for the week mid point.

Today is white lying thick and still 

Little moves now 

Holy cow how quiet.

 Need days for the bunnies to dry

  Stiff, Cold and silent 

Bundle the days

Road is visible

 

Not all, not plenty, some road I see.

Where it should be.

How do you feel? It’s dring

I mean it seems about time , yours and mine, all of ours.

She shines on mine, on mine street

Si neat and on time

Morning to you, good day

Kelp out of the way

We are making tracks

Saw the police car go by

And the regular couple dog walkers

With their beige long hair dog

On the left bank

 

The one that will turn warm.

Slowly may turn up the temperature 

Little by little, we’ll follow along.

Tighten the package and keep in line.

Ahead we will have warming.

Now we take the snow cold another day

While they say it rains and warms starting tomorrow 

No traffic or walkers

All are saving up

We’ve decided to take it easy.

 Thelonious Monk is the second most recorded

jazz composer behind Duke Ellington.

David I don’t know

Out side shoveling our drive before eight 

Says he’s been up all night.

He’s expecting three more inches today

We’re in the front row in the world of clean driveways 

When the MGM lion roars step aside

The  huge red lights in our drive are science fiction 

Were nearly in our living room

Silent, I’ll say that. Lights are.

Snofull

 

A grand pack floating in rolling zoom.

There is Hardly room for more.

Still blowing in

Upon thick piles 

Crowded over.

We need to holdout a few days.

The weather is turning soon.

We can make it.

Color changed

 

Peaks alive color strong 

Good morning friend, how are you.

Seems you’re riding well today 

I’m just a tree away

Sorting as we g o .!

Who’s counting?

Shirts and skins, 

there’s no hair like the buffalo.

Break in the cycle

 

Cold but less so

This tues has gone easier than days before 

We’ll take the pause

Our winter can slacken anytime it wants 

The sun is warming, no doubt 

The middle of the week brings change

Heavy Sun and deep shadows are welcome 

Write this day down 

So you probably noticed thatTuesday isn’t exactly the week’s middle .

 But exactomundo is a more or less.

You can tell how it is presented 

With a feeling of spaciousness around.

Circling as it comes in for a landing 

You can count them on one hand

 

Five is all the degrees

This slow start morning.

White blanket Covers frozen land

Pennants in the field flutter

Takes the breath away

Tree branch

 

Reaching lower 

Far out this morn

In the cold  so forlorn..

Stiff temperatures not bending 

Go easy, message sending.

Go easy today.

It will be better.

Finish winter then spring will come on.

We’ll find our way.

Figuring Fahrenheit in the teens

 

Barely,  barely bearable in the teens

Living outdoors offers you little protection from the cold.

A few, maybe four days coming up

They’ll do what they can

Hide where it’s bearable.

They know what is around.

They will do what is necessary 

We’ll help them hide from the weather 

Colding off

 

Days gathered in a pile

A heap of frigid mounting 

Stiff and Snow White stacked

 Bunnies can walk over to nibble sticks 

They will dodge the temperature drop a few days

Then the break will mean less lower mercury 

And what could be a start toward spring.

heart operation

 

Giacomo will have an operation on his heart.

they know what they're doing .

i hope it goes quickly

and is easy on Giacomo.

i want it to go quicker and easier than anyone forecasts.

this is major.

he is so important to so many.

the leader of family and friends is down.

finding the heart of the matter

 

for some reason the rain has stopped.

it is still grey, but absolutely quiet.  no tap,tap, dripping or pounding.

the house doesn't shake.  and there is no traffic; that's normal.

 no running away from anything.

they said we'd have a lot of snow when we woke.

i get to believing the weather folk.

we have to take forecasts skeptically, cautiously.

step by step we fill th day.

i'm reading and writing here.

filling the day.

 

 

like we all do.

Total eclipse of the heart

 

Every now and then

Turn around bright eyes.

April it will be here.

Song by Bonnie Tyler

A piece of chocolate

 

This straightening afternoon of no rain 

Gives the opportunity to take a nap.

Or would you rather be a mule?

That’s a song from the 1950s.

Moving around, thinking of Rome.

Having a good time.

Finding a legal parking space. it’s not too late.

How’s a nap??

Crunched into morning

 

Meri made coffee and said she slept poorly again

The usual for her, I was sleeping 

Black is the outside I see from here.

Football games including Cleveland for today.

can we find a few lines of joy this day.

something to say hi and fine are you.

balance the news and weather

put on my heavt coat and hat and gloves.

Out breakfasting

 

To the neighbors to eat

And speak of Rome.

Seems within our ability.

We will car over, they live a house away.

Linda and Harold.

He plays the giant organ, I saw him do that.

She was mayor when we moved here.

Meridith is the excellent gardener.

They have seen her out working 

I take up space here.

This Saturday appears grey.

Starting slowly 

They have seen me push my walker on the driveway 

I am sure 

Then I voiced the first American commercial ever to win

Top prize at Cannes France international festival 

I’m sure they never heard about that.

Edward G.

 

Twice I crossed paths with actor Edward G. Robinson. Not much, just a little, but both times it was a somewhat particular experience. The first time happened in a department store in Columbus Ohio in the mid 1960s. He was in the city to perform in a play. I remember I’d happened to see something about that in the newspaper.

On an off shopping day, like a Tuesday or maybe a Thursday, There was something I had to pick up at the department store and just left the second floor riding down on the escalator, when I noticed across on the escalator on the other side, coming up toward me was Edward G. Robinson.

The store was nearly empty whatever hour it was. We were riding along, albeit in opposite directions, as we came closer. It took only a second and I’m sure the recognition began to show on my face as we stared at each other. No doubt he was used to the reaction, a questioning look that turns into a smile of recognition. He smiled back as we crossed and continued our separate ways. I was delighted by that chance encounter.

A few years later, and two thousand miles away I was at Los Angeles International Airport, again alone on an escalator, when I glanced across and there, on the opposite escalator, also alone, heading my way was Edward G. Robinson. Again few people were anywhere near.

I had turned a half second before him this time and the benefit of that split second was time enough for recognition. I knew who he was as he turned his head toward me, and was already staring at him.

In that instant he saw me I had it in my mind that he recognized me from our previous trip on an escalator together because that first time we were quite alone in the store and looked at each other quite hard.

As we passed each other this time he turned his head back and kept eye contact a bit longer than was necessary, with a questioning look on his face, as if trying to remember where he had seen me. This time he was riding down and I was heading up. I smiled and nodded in passing. It was a goodbye to him.

I wanted to turn and tell some one, anyone who would listen, what had happened. But what could I blurt out to a total stranger in ten seconds that would tell the story, how it was, how I felt about the unlikely strangeness. Nothing. I had to digest the event alone and keep going. Let Edward G. Robinson figure it out and smile at the incongruity.

Be better than you were a week ago

 

Concentrate easy like ,,, a pace you can take.

 a little thinking effort can help you develop.

work it out.

On the ground when I woke

 

first dash of white this season.

seems time for it  i reason.

first trace.

and this space is  a complete cover.

admonish the wait

brush off the plate.

present our mild winter with a ribbon

now we can remember 

this time of year

properly 

now it seems right, how it ought'a be.

Here’s thee three

 

Running right up the boulevard 

Fashionably consistent 

Until I forgot where I was going.

Now my age is showing 

Tues the second of January

 

Will hold steady although it’s not easy.

First the weather is off the normal path.

No snow and not cold enough for the first week of January.

Some good is New our wild rabbit is back.

We were gone a month and she stayed home.

Traffic is: one car passes every fifteen minutes.

sound without light

 

Sunday has begun

without the sun.

darkness underway,

nowhere  seen to play 

The year flips

 

Calmly beaming into tomorrow 

Where it should go, you know.

Full picture showy bright 

Hold four head up right 

 We have you in sight.

Turn out the light

And sleep tight 

Tears to pieces

 

Tear the corner pieces 

please do 

Say to me , I’ve got the shivers 

Hold on tight.

Start us up again

 
See the end, feel it.
Did we get here so rapidly?
Months waiting then quick snap.

In fast, then on the way. It should never be so quick.
My heart is still arriving.
Please say okay. Find a little space.
The time can be right. Develop

Hold on tight.

Under sail

 

I’ll be back when the sunshine’s.

We’ll go to Angel Island.

It’s out of the wind.

Usually fine weather there.

Easy to sail to.

My old sloop can do it.

Christmas good greeting

 

Hi all. Enjoy the holidays.

See your friends and relatives

Saturn

It’s far. away 

Sixth planet from the sun. And large.

95 times more massive than earth.

A lot to imagine.

145 moons rotate around Saturn.

Average radius 9.5 times than that of earth 

Sunlight, at the speed of light, takes

eighty minutes to reach Saturn.

 Eight and a third minutes to reach earth

Saturn is Ninety- three Million miles away from the sun.

Day right

 

The Christmas celebration happens this day.

Say affirmative.

Kinda, somewhat we’re putting it together.

The Today on to Mary’s Chinese restaurant in Trastevere .

Yes celebration we are. The time is.

Yes again. Togethers.

Lunch it up.

.

dawn’s early wave

 

skipping out to see about.

unfolding  tallows of energy.

hurry  bunnies, see we’re back.

the pace of old has returned.

there they go …

skipping  past the windows

first thing in the morning.

easy does it.

a half smile of satisfaction for you.

s trip and back again.

work this ride into our system.

E

Quit smoke and other stuff

 

Four or five years ago, or so, 

i quit; time moved on.

then later had a cigarette once more

it nearly knocked me to the floor .

i was dizzy and just about fell

So okay, enough for now.

These are poems and you know

how I feel.

and you know

i feel. 

the traffic rolls on in jams …  just saying.

 i hear it going,

Wrapping itself in confusion.

Find a pause, Santa Claus 

And a hug to warm things up.

Make a list

 

Working out a list for Santa Claus 

That’s what to do now

While keeping head above water or wind or snow

Figuring on which way to go.

Treading carefully 

Looking left and right 

Over your shoulder 

And under the rug 

Keeps you busy 

Holds you snug.

While you note how to make it better next time. 

Week and holidays

 

Working out the days for joy and feasts

All the best wishes to everyone.

Happy tunes, enjoy yourselves 

Think of the gifts you didn’t give to friends 

Bring out the special dishes.

Mealtime for all means celebration together 

Candles at dusk 

Hallelujah 

As it gets

 

They say it’s as cold as it gets.

Not terribly but kinda.

We will bundle for the low fifties

And cross the river for Mary’s Chinese food.

Getting there first this time

Cause we know it works.

So here we come in vegetables.

Familiar faces

 

They crept out and surprised each other.

Been a while since we’ve exchanged grins.

Now Again around friends from long ago.

We knew the streets, knew the greetings.

And those from whom we felt the warmth.

Here we are after being apart so very long.

Sang the old songs, it has been so long.

We’ve made plans and promises 

To share time together again.

Holiday corner

 

Pack little sandwiches in preparation,

Together to celebrate happiness and do music.

These requirements will make us ready 

For the big festing holiday.

The lord is born.

Wrapped Presents given.

Families are remembered.

Solom songs are sung,

Hallelujah.

Curled water rolling in

 

Could have been more to see.

We took in a ton, on, on and on.

We’re on our way to see the town.

Light jacket weather right by the sea.

no rain to Angelo's

 This is exceptional.

Why it’s worth mentioning.

 a no rain day. Comfortable.

No need to ask for more, Lucky.

let us travel to get there.

are you ready as can be?

New day

 

a brand new day and we’re ready to take it.

one after another they repeat in packages.

Labeled to sparkle bright.

Shine your best, Ranger.

Learning slowly

 

The phenomenon of vocabulary covers like a blanket.

Eyes open as slowly words develop.

I make typing errors and despite this move on

advancing with difficulty, working to make sense.

We’ll begin conversation with strangers.

Keep it up. Fragments will come together 

Cool but okay

 

Thursday today, traffic is moving,!!

Floating along at a fine pace.

Label it a Moderate and call it passing briskly.

Seems a good day

Not too cool.

Here at Angelo’s no one too much is nearby at this hour.

Saw Franco looking worn by the years.

Surprised him,  he smiled, happy to see me. 

Been a while, surely has.

they said iT’d be

 

i’d be a rainy day they said

and sure enough we woke now

this very morning with a full solid 

umbrella full rain thick all around goings on

without pause at all.

so how’s about all this?

Preparedness for Monday

 

Shower Clean then breakfasted

Outdoors appears fine moderate this morn.

Traffic is moving; an example to follow.

Ring those Christmas bells while on the way.

Oldsters cane-walking out of the way.

Rode and slept

 

At montecarlo restaurant the guy didn know  me

If I saw him outside he’d be a stranger

The pizza was good, everything you’d want.

Ate and left

We were in the crowd, out of sorts

Tired from the day

Went back to our hotel and crashed.

It was quiet as we slept all night.

Collapsing moments prefacing

we’ve steadied a warble

In anticipation of the tumble

Wrapping for a departure 

i think we can make it.

i'll have some chocolate.

 

How is the quality of the pizza ?

 

I ‘ll check carefully this time.

Stepping back to observe in good attention 

Those small side street places

And Remos in testachio - the top of the loop.

If I’m checking I don’t want to do half a job.

Ah, Sapri and the god one there,

We’ll it’s like besance France,

I can’t get around to all of them.

And the others, oh yes, more.

day is

 

Perky maybe, depends eh?

Street guys came by sucking up leaves.

one more try. take ‘em out.

nary a shout, these are quiet guys.

city workers

have to be wary to see ‘em passing.

a cop went by. 

he was silent too.

A good November

 

As expected , complete with the usual holiday 

We wrapped November.

As usual it went well. Thirty day’s worth.

As usual I strained the day banging against my 

intentions.

 Driveway walking went three times,

 cold and complete.  This is to set me and you up

To see the walk as the important event it is, don’t 

just blow it off as nothing. Walking keeps me

Thinking, thinking.  

Ten till five and darkening.   Good November to you.

Moisture

 

How much coming down?

I told her we can take it.

We’ll dodge and trod

Into the mist. We’ll make it.

Wet all over

 

Holding on to last night’s rain

This morning the slow button is depressed.

I’ll keep you warm and dry my darling 

Wrapping you comfortably caressed.

Here is a dandy

 Only bet

What you can 

Afford to lose.

This is a public service announcement 

Someone should have received a bonus

For writing that one.

Personally, on the matter,

i don’t want to throw away any money.

Getting used to cool

 

Not quite gloves yet,

Coming up, you bet.

My hats ready, all set,

Heading in, no fret

Creeped by

 

Sure things went on

Another regular day from the time I awoke.

Drying out from previous day’s rain, light wind and sun,

Just to tell you how it went after it had begun.

A Saturday all for all to enjoy.

To get you straight I saw no one and nothing happened.

Maybe that’s why the day went so smoothly;

The day had no ripples in it.

Full rainy day

 

Woke to the tapping,

Rain drops smacking;

Coming down crystal clear

Nothing lacking this wet November day.

The final leaves will soak and fall,

Winter’s ready to make a call.

This season has done the job,

Wrap up with an apple Bob.

We won’t play that game,

Years have passed, it’s not the same.

We’ll remember and surrender 

To the grace of the years.

quiet hollow

 

Fewer than usual is less regular.

Sun shines calm beginning this day.

Could have come up with more, then again

i prefer a clean look without imagining overboard.

Easy does it

 

Sliding out of bed

Crisping somewhat ahead.

Thin blue overhead.

Red leaves turning orange.

Low dawn cracks slipping in.

Let’s you know day begins.

Gas out now

 

Our efforts are attentive and cautious.

An eye out for what’s next.

A crossroad is ahead. 

I remember the Woolybear.

That closed years ago, we’d have breakfast there.

Just to try it.  A spot alone in the country.

A bird just flew against the window.

A real whap; I hope it’s all right.

I jumped, saw it fly to the bush out front.

Now it’s here picking berries.

Gasing up for a flight south.

Every body’s working.

another time

 

Have the way open with tickets and packing.

A good time to settle in, see friends again.

Check the familiar streets,

Ride the favorite buses to familiar places

We’ll test the pasta at Pasquali’s.

See old friend’s faces.

Checking new and proven places.

See museums and hear hard rain.

Ride a train,

Look around some.

It will be fun 

To be home again.

Getting together

 

Sorted clothes for the trip, sort of.

Meaning, I have selected what I’m wearing.

Much supposedly complete and comfortable.

Washed, folded and packed.

Not lacking.

To the sky stacking.

  

Disguise the limit

 

Coming up the back trail, 

Straight along directly into town.

As clouds gather.

It will be an average rainy day.

Rolling grey balls

 

Today clothes get put together,

We’re coming to go time.

A few cars, no walkers this a.m.

I saw three cars already, two or three.

Indescribable

 

The color is new outside.

Light with a breeze.

A fresh adaptation from the old.

A different variation.

Curious how how all has changed

To something unseen before.

The trees. Bushes even the lawn

Have mellowed into color not previously exposed.

A week away or so

 

I’d say we’re coming on it.

The big trip that’s been delayed 

so long, now can you see

It’s here on us, oh yes.

Packed and prepared or so,

It seems we can say we’re set.

To see our friends

On our familiar lanes.

We’re going home again.

Back to our dear friends,

Chalk up our old sights,

Back to our memories.

Shiny bright

 

The golden day opens

We’ve a new amount of morning leaves.

Hip deep and golden

Shaken out in dampness 

They have continued dropping 

There is no stopping until the end

That is winter.

We’re beginning 

To get there.

The season end is where the next will begin;

Get ready.

Very light blue

 

Bright around the edges

Trees are thinning out

The sound is leaves falling.

No one outside walking.

I say that and a car speeds by

Followed by a dark patrol car.

Couldn’t see how it ended.

If the cop stopped that car word would

get around the coffee lounges.

Fog sunday

 

Got it thick here

Took two hours to rid of it.

Fall day cool is it

Football or opera?

Late fall

 

Appears fallen and blown,

Mostly spread in order.

Now all is drying out again.

We’re between rains for a while

Separation

The world is in a rough phase.

You can’t close your eyes to conflict.

Families are being divided,

We need clean water to drink and to wash.

Countries are engaged in war.

Hatred is why prayers began.

Peace is what we need.

Gone down

 

Gone way down some.

Over freezin’ , but still runnin’ close.

Not much temperature left to whale about.

Just noticed nothing outside.

Not this morning.

november’s a shockin’ start for all.

Fitting it in

 

I saw those stars when I was a kid.

The house has changed

The angle the same.

The month and morning time could be near right.

Has the star alignment reregulated?

Is anything that I’m looking at the same?

What’s in order up there?

This is the sky seventy years ago I’m comparing to.

The house is gone

The direction the same.

My sky, me looking.

A star or two.

It will be a cold night in Buffalo.

 

Not like it will be in a few months, 

you know how it gets.

Will be. 

Oh it will.

This is baby cool before the end of the year.

I had the tv on and I heard some words about cool weather.

We’re in that part of fall weather

When it finally gets cool,

We had some wind

And about half the leaves have fallen.

A lot of color is everywhere.

Some water iaround

 

Got my curl of wet attention.

No more than could be handled.

 droplets coming down currently.

Wait, it’s sleeting.

Coming down.

Fill all the little ponds.

ducks,  heads up!.

Give them bread and circuses

A salute good morning 

The rim of sky cloud is screaming bright.

How do you do?

 Starting to think of Rome seriously.

Paste a post

 

Run hard

Ahead 

Mark the spot

Where ‘s been said.

Across the yard

Use Your head

Pattern’s marred

Try this instead.

Tub of lard.

Paint it red.

.

Some speed on

 

Saw a black truck zipping by

while here leaves sleep in peace.

not a knock on nothing to report.

Solid grey sky forever today.

Winding out of October

 

Practically a surprise when it gets here.

The end of October

Leaves changing

Branch’s stiffening.

A week to Halloween.

Apples nearly ready

Why they call it fall.

Shall I pour some cider for you?

Bunnies be gone

 

It is a pause in our relationship.

Bad guys slipped in, our loved ones left.

The way the whole picture goes

If you stand back far enough to look at it.

We knew this yet never wished it.

Always looking ahead ; we expect a new season.

Right now all around it’s quiet on the lawn.

Then flash … one is back.

Motionless

 

Waiting stiff this day

Now outside add wee bush movement.

Organizing events to undergo 

Planning is wise and necessary.

Line all up.

Quietly we set forth.

A grey sky October leads us slowly.

We are on our way.