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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
in a display of it's charms
summer then will burst forth
to hold us in its arms.
beyond the far horizon
heavy rain clouds pile.
morning when i'm rising
darkness stacks up half a mile.
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.
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.
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.
on the top right of the main page tap "home" and you will have twenty posts per page.
also on the home page is the "archive" revealing posts back to 2007.
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
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.
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.
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.
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
