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.