Monday again

 

While still cold

Near the end of March

Toast is tasty 

Sky is mostly blue

The day seems heating to wonderful 

I’ll bargain we’re going for a good one.

The eclipse may have its day.

A break

 

Taking it easy because it’s Sunday again.

All is going slowly 

Later today we’ll have an idea

How it went, what we need to do.

Covered white

 

Day begins quietly coated to the hilt.

Every branch and stem to be seen .

The padding silently fell

Reaching every spot, missing 

Not a dot

Good Morning nearly Spring 

Come hearty before us.

The time is right;

Mend spring

Orion fur finder

cast over the rolling waters 

On the dawn of a new day

A Welcoming for all into springtime.

You and I included 

Keep running in shadows

Been waiting

 

Doctor Ta jour today for me

Back again and pleased to see Seif.

He’ll check me up and out.

Happy for his work I  am.

Matching on

 

The corner is lit

Having a small fit

Outsized and charging 

With lights on low, pleasant.

Showered and cleaned 

A dusting of snow last night

Passing on to spring 

As soon as we can

For us all 

Standing together 

Swim or

 

Sometimes the alterations decorate

Well in a room

And on the wall.

We need a car with a new large interior 

Superior to what we have

Although it’s easy to get along 

With the same o , don’t chew know.

Lets decorate our way,

Way outa here.

Sailing

 

On the open sky we sail long and free

You and me in the blue 

The happy two

Smile lovingly,

How it should be.

Me and you

The happy two sailing on, and on.

Still wanting

 

All the work for Jeep.

Then I needed an agent.

Somebody made money on my work.

Perhaps another opportunity will come my way.

Although old I’ll stay sharp as I can.

On the way

 

Chris will lead the jazz orchestra tomorrow eve.

It is the session of the year every time

The groups of fifty are top musicians 

Well rehearsed and ready to perform.

I‘m anxious for the air to be broken

at Finney Chapel in luminous harmony 

Sandro died in Calci;

Giacomo got a new heart valve in Trestevere.

A difficult time.

City fix truck

 

Large Red lights on back

Very bright. Two yellow spinners on top

A circular brush on the street below front bumper

Much mechanical groaning noise five minutes not moving 

Then all is gone

Looping by

 

In the sky today 

Birds circling land on the wire

After the other 

Hardly staying, only testing their morning wings.

See what brings, what sticks

In  their ritual of new flying tricks 

To remain a while they shift belly weight to balance 

Schedule followed

Keeping on the mark to start

Behind and the initial spark

When dark has parted

My intentions have begun 

Across the sky of blue

Welcome day, I’ll follow you

Sunny rain

 

Didn’t happen.  Rain came, swept in.

Sun remained behind clouds.

Two walkers were poured upon 

The weather will swirl in predictions 

We’ll have to wait to see how it goes.

And that’s a prediction you can depend on.

Nothing novel

 

Cloud cover sans moisture 

We tolerate the heavy grey

Days like this until relief

Think the last of winter will be brief 

Completely still as we look out.

Nothing moves.

Not a fresh breath breaks stillness.

Not track of hooves

People get ready, song by Curtis Mayfield.

I asked to write with him 

He said he writes alone.

Curtis mayfield  1942 - 1999

9:53 a car went by.

Caught up

 

A Wednesday and fog some.

A bluebird out in front, kitchen side 

To see Monica this noon.

Another nothing doing day.

Will put together events 

Thinking engagements

Preparing for spring

Chance of perfection

 

Not banging one out of the ballpark.

To the wall will do if I run well.

Looks sunshiny today can you imagine.

Dandy light blue if you’re sky wondering.

 Outside is alive with cars going by case you want to know.

Too season early for green, but get ready.

I’ve off the planet wonderful on my mind.

Turn and wist

 

Shouting out good morning, New

Our dear deer I  mean rabbit was seen at dawn 

At home again where she oughter be.

A good lead to Spring.

And now she’s gone

Reality is Not what you think

 

Fold up gas pedals

Keep you alert,

on your toes.

Steady in the squeeze.

Reach out for me, Tiger.

Hold on to what you’ve got.

That’s saying a lot 

Warm then cold

 

Clouded over, though it probably means nothing

Wind picked up as forecasters predicted.

How did they know?

I said they because I think there are several.