Not bad

coming down. looks like could become harder rain. 

will pound all day they say. 

course they predict all sorts of misfortune. 

we'll sit still, lightly suffer, and half grinn

in the extra time we'll have a look at a private art collection available for the first time. 

new/old art in Cleveland. forty minutes away.

 drove over to look. that went well. 

 we'll see. and we did. all is well.

 lunch was swell.

January sky

no snow, cold enough. Sunday today. we'll go to the service. see familiar faces, note how we've aged. say some good quiet words from our hearts. somberly i'll remember the lake, the bay and the woods. what we've achived, the forever goods. and give thanks.

had an apple.

what a did a, going to say. silence turns another way. while Washington is stuck in government. alas. i can worry, grunt and wonder. check it on TV; keep looking. a sandwhich, cider and some coffee. didn't write a few words. dark grey put to field. i've more reading. can i patch my efforts, make a better day by thinking boats and water. wonder what do you know, what do you say?

Grey sky, talk about a grey sky

take a couple morning hours squeeze them in your heart. wash your face, brush your teeth, the day is at the start. oat meal is pleasant to begin today. take your time. baking bread again? i'm with you. what do you say?

Fog working

stiff as a board, one eye partially open lying dog cold slowly i'm waking. look at the white ground cover this morning thick as mushroom soup the land wearing a comfortable cloak. there is a tune here. melody me from your heart. quietly.

Name ( @ )

years ago in our little town we had indigenious people around

 but to tepresent them in plays we used locals to sing and speak. 

 after all these native americans had to represent our thoughts. it was our show with our ideas. 

 we could write their words we can feel their stones. 

we didn't surrender our space.

Thin air logic

i can't keep the thought i thought fresh in my head long enough to write it down, or so i reason. it is swirling. 

is this reasonable? i need some answers before i evaporate.

Halfway out

halfway out of the month meaning we've watched the months pluck away one at a time until the end of the year is nearby. memories are few as home and reading is what i recall, with not friends enough, although, the rabbit and deer were here. it has been cold so today a good change; the cold has lessoned and today's temperature climbing into the forties seems special. i look forward to the relative warmth. and, yes, the sounds i hear are the clocks ticking.

Thirty-eight

cold enough last night i had to put on a second cover to keep warm. today it will be cool in the afternoon. now i have lost track of many concepts. the morning temperature is thirty-two. farendheit freezing is cold enough. i showered, i'm warm and comfortable. spending time in ohio has made me acclimated. i'm assimulated.

Eukraine bleed-over

help all to repair this splendid country of crushed brick and dust. grow plants and animals again.

Lights down below

heat goes above when you're sealed. lights are dry and warm. leaving the thought to sit; dry and warm. the room feels like a submarine. crack a window open. let in a draft. only enough, hear the wind stir the trees and the call of the lonely train approaching. hear that whistle blow. that lonesome whistle blow. by noon light snow flakes began to fall.

Good morning

forgot to shave, but nearly had it together. while the season December seems getting by me. my clothes are clean. my fingers are too. if we had the music i'd dance with you.

Can not find

The familiar road is near here, Dear. 

do not fear i can steer.

Unhooked

now we are two weeks and two days before Christmas. i recall the time when we lived in the holiday spirit, grandparents, the decorations and the tree. from our windows on Main street we saw the whole town go by cold blue nights. street lamps were decorated. always we had snow. familiar carols on the radio and TV. Christ is born in Bethleham every year. again in a manger.

Cold and damp

no surprise this Tuesday, yeah. we've boiled down the day to what is. no one walking out nor drive passing. Just worthy Rod i saw picking up a few sticks at the conclusion of his walk. Forties all week they say. and cast out the U in forties. i asked Meri why and she explained: they do what rhey want. Little is seen most every day.

Best grapes

talking eating plump grapes the way you want to find them. surprise me, honey, where have you been? i'd expect you on a cablecar halfway to the stars overlooking Sanfrancisco Bay anytime, any day. i love you, darling, i really do. here's a poem i wrote just for you. grape sure.

Snow late

we're in the December part of the year and it's dry. i mean snow time is here around, and nothing's found resembling white heavy flakes coming down. not fall or spring, colding like the Dickens. we'll wait to see what happens. the woods will be mystic when white has fallen

Latest

for awhile or for always. ten A.M. is when i woke, because she came in and found me. i bore no awareness of today. out deeply, morning covered me. see to my knee. out to be. hear my plea - return to me.

New month

old year wearing thin a hearty cheer and begin again so very quiet when day begins. like winding back the years. when there were fewer people with less going on.

Little reappears

first the rabbit's gone, then wait a few days and snap: Little is back in the yard. Sunny, blue and cool. a soft beginning for December. like others i suppose, though i don't remember. hey, if you're not making notes on all then days of seasons tend to blend. that's pleasant also. relax and keep working.