cold again

cold between ... i could call this that.

the point is: it will be warmer.

we'll wait for tomorrow.

they say that's how long we have to wait.

we'll see how it goes. 

today  i'm reading 

about injustices to native Americans. 

though we certainly have traded 

instances of misbehavior,  we and they.

7 However:

it was their land until we showed up and0

forced a new order. 

the entire earth has 

gone this same way.  it never changes.

notice how fast we're spinning.

 

i just had coffee, toast

with banana,  almond butter 

and jelly. Meri brought me the coffee

so I wouldn't spill it all over myself, the

 computer, the carpet, the furniture

and  our dog or cat if we had one.

either one, both.

anyone.  watch yourself.

grey on

 water dropped from the sky last night.

this morning we've more green grass than snow.

can use a break  from winter inclemency. 

February natural , where did you go?

dark some

 same ol' winter talk.

  rolled in thick snow weather.

looking out thinking

it's how winter memories are made.

ground's snow covered tonight.

turn on the outside light.

quiet while snowflakes flew.

dark earth is shaded, rolling blue.

In a chunk

 we've a bite

of dear February going, 

missing. chunked out.  gone.

look at this month where you can see it.

 a calendar does well for viewing.

now call this month half gone and it has

been a pleasure. 

some snow,

nothing much else to note.

 can't gloat, so feb is light for pleasure.

vacant even. 

dormant catches it in good measure

 idle. can't hear it ticking.

exhale easy, easy.

turning

 can weather be so on the verge

of changing from the throws of deep winter to a later, lighter breathe of spring.

Let us not kid ourselves.

The middle of February is not the 

time for a weather turnaround. 

You may think about it;  

It then quit, get real.

you can wait this out for a while.

real change will arrive later.

afternoon sun

 what a strong time for beams

shooting straight to my wall

over fields and trees, across 

yesterday's fallen snow, frozen 

stiff, cold with nowhere to go.

beam on will ya.  shine in.

afternoon sun we'll take you

a few hours. beam in lovely.

you're ours.

clouds abscent

 here is Sunday, above ... blue sky.

thick snow on the ground, three days old.

 what more do you need?

 how about a hug? less cold.

 warm stones on a crackling fireplace 

and a cozy rug.

that's why winter has a pretty blue sky;

to distract you.

you're fond of us and we of you

 ladies, to the ocean of you ...

  if the tide needs rolling in 

 men know a woman would

 help  pull and finish the job

falling snow

 got dressed, did work on what i i'd written.

snow continued to fall all morning as hours passed.

white beauty through the window.  

 snow accumulates.

Rain on feb 2nd then big snow .

  can we sleep with spring 

melt changing to a blizzard?

well it's this afternoon.

three days they've been saying. 

 

 oh, yes it's Grandma's birthday.

 i'm the last celebrating.

i'll ask my daughter the record keeper

which one i'm celebrating

Just talk about it

 that's enough to get us worried. 

 foot of rain then a foot of snow 

how'd they get pictures 

  hasn't even happen ed yet.

old black and whites blurry 

how they swung the camera a round.

Some don't have names

 titles, not names like bob and maria.

 examples include: mailman

captain, that's a title for you.

be wary,  what's hard to rhyme.

takes time.  mr  i mean.

where are we heading?

Into a week filled with snow.

let's take it easy this winter day.

imaagine warmth and the scent of

burning man pungent cedar wood.

 light and quiet on an afternoon.

we can take a quiet day

leaning on February

 going  to tip it open

unzip the weather package.

see what comes to fruition.

ripen away lads and lasses. 

sunshine now will you, please.

i must be nuts, it has  been snowing all day.

little flakes continue persistently.

the month has proven itself

Thursday three snow

 flakes  falling

suddenly thick over a heavy red cardinal.

 other birds fly low over rooftops

through bare bushes.

the cardinal finds shelter in a near tree.

snow lightens, i'm writing

as the birds flutter by.   

when now snow is heavy again

birds get out of sight.

i see deep in the thick branches of a of green giant arborvitae

the cardinal sits tucked in

waiting out the winter fury.

Thuga.   

day later

 snow filled the town yesterday

both sides and down the middle.

a helpful warning came from the weatherman.

he sung it out and it sure came down.

forget about it now until next time.

it's 41 degrees this afternoon.

then going down to 12 tonight.

Scary promises.  wrap tight.

 

A foot of snow

 more to the east

here at least is plenty.

a surprise to see in the morning.

be around this week they say

it's staying cold, not melting.

a January pelting. how winter's sypposed to be.

Sea chanty

 i ran a few notes together,

maybe six.

was ready to write a melody

went to bed instead. 

 

thought a while about what I'd write 

woke up  spending today

reading weather threats,

snow is coming in a huge way.

we have been warned.

we're in harm's way.

well, on the edge of it.

pretend we're on a boat and sing a chanty.

Skiff to the sloop

 i've a quick ride

whether i take my time or not.

hardly the other side.

a few hundred yard6s i've got.

ridding in a light wind

 i'll watch the tide.

 the sun is right again.

weather is right most any day in Sausalito.

Between days

 drink coffee, sure; and there's more :

been eating candy canes

small and plenty. that is the

last confession i'll ever make.

 

oh yes, i brush every night.

clock work practically. 

my  dentist  has

been good to me

 and i want to do my part.

Cool day

 still this afternoon and fortunately

absolute quiet blends in this 

 neighborhood like mustard and onions

 on a foot-long baseball dog.

 

today even birds are taking the day off.

20 degrees,  going down to 12 tonight.

Sunshine runs through giant  clouds.

laying on the wall.

hooking up to dream

4:30 or so on an  otherwise peaceful morning 

... i laughed once out loud ... loud.

 i was sleeping when i woke up  to laugh.

what i was dreaming escapes me,

but it sure must have been funny.

i do a night time laugh about twice a year.

not sad to report.

get moving ... Ethel

 the day could be special.

i just thought of Ethel Swanbeck

our long term representative in the state's  House of Representatives

lived in our little town, House member for eleven consecutive terms

from 1955 to 1972.

she was a fine lady.

Her grandson Ray and i were at

the state House one afternoon and 

we're introduced before 

the assembly. remembering Ethel

made the day special.

the Mid-Twentieth Century,

and our time was special.

she made it so.

My, have you heard

  Monday the third, yesterday ... that's the easy part.

 on that lot no one's forgotten,  the workers are back in a giant yellow truck.

they're going to begin digging a crawling space 

below a house that is yet to be built.

 

a mouse can stay there for now.

a house will be built over the hole later.

i've seen the workers do it before;

once they get started there's no stopping them.

 

They are six hundred meters from my window.  I can't tell if any of the three workers are women.

At this distance they are green pants, green shirts and hoodies ... right, green.

They look tough. There are no subtle curves.

and you're right, Monday was  yesterday and yesterday's gone.

Saturday the first day of the month

 The first day of the month

Why doesn't the first day always occur on a Tuesday or Wednesday? 

The tale of the week seems infeeb led to begin a month on wrap it up day.

Goes to show you how unimportant the way we analyze has effect on the real world.

We can glide into important decisions and have no power at all.

Have a fit. Have a ball.

my powerless wish has the effect of a stall.

stand in the hall.

New house

 being built across the street, 

has taken a month.

sure is neat.

however it's way white; that's too bright.

and not a window on the east side. nada.

they'll never watch a sun rise.

probably won't be raising chickens.

A week begins

  Mat'll show up, come in a truck.

to continue his work 

 remodeling our bathroom. 

He has pipe and wall cutting to do

so Meri is going to park our

Car out of the way, across the street;

on the street.  i just heard the car start.

 

now she is walking back. comes in,

hands me a mask. Yesterday 16 k cases

cases a day then 20k. where I can't say

too many figures thrown at us

every day. buddy holly, we remember you.

every day. going faster than a roller coaster

Warming up outside

you still need a coat

but it is near spring temps. 

scratch that. baby, it's cold outside.

what do you know. i'll stay in and

 sip my coffee. Old news.

 To wake this morning was easy.

we heard pounding drops of rain 

On the roof this a.m.

sounded , heavy,  persistent. 

 now a weekend of football on TV.

A couple of degrees over freezing.

well i can talk about it.

 Cleveland lost a game.

my sweet daughter called. so did Dona.

now it is still out. 

I'm going to walk up the drive. 

 Eighty feet up then turn around. 

 Exercise hey. Good for ya.

christmas does have ways

 it shakes down on  all of us

in smoke and candles, music, colors, candy;

 family and friends. celebrate the best you can.

in your mind and all together.

 

words we've hurled in good intention 

for the rest of us, all the best to us. 

let us mention  ... around snowflakes and in hymns -

bring joy to the world.

effort

 scratching down a few words,  

 a warm day could be savored.

 toast and coffee favored.

arrows for my quiver.

 fish come up the river

  seagulls flying over ...

shake it off and wait a while.

something will come by, make me smile. 

after a while

 when solitary, quiet night designs cover me;

drifting in ... got to be ... sets me free. one two three.

what about and how to write a poem.

find it. passing birds on the wing.

 

when i wake

 creative thoughts  have traveled on. 

   all is gone.

leaving me to begin not knowing where to head. 

 

how to start;

 a blank paper is how to begin

where thoughts are thin in the margin.

with the sun shining on the wall or through a window nearby.

sun in view or on me.1

works every time.