the fur on the deer
is durable like double pane glass,
giving protection to thirty below.
for a deer to chew a shrub is like finding
a breakfast of bacon, toast and eggs
over easy. deer have good imaginations.
poetry - jack sender - all of my life
the fur on the deer
is durable like double pane glass,
giving protection to thirty below.
for a deer to chew a shrub is like finding
a breakfast of bacon, toast and eggs
over easy. deer have good imaginations.
sunny and warmer is the current
condition.
this could signify that extreme cold
and heavy snow has finished for this year.
i imagine most of us are in agreement
that the time is right.
we are so sorry
for you, and now for the world.
God protect the people of Ukraine
who must fight to stay home.
where it has appeared.
even though days slip away mirrored
and reflecting each other
rember this by what day it is.
and I'll say i'm labeling
before it slips beyond.
yeah, Thursday ...
a splash in the pond.
reflection
my birthday month usually runs by like zip.
this is a big deal to live in my month a bit.
i tell you so far it's been a nice trip.
let it rip. don't slip.
for some reason i haven't
been to the Big Apple for a zillion years
or twenty-five, before the towers fell
been a while ago.
i'll think of NYC and smile.
and don't remember well.
seems new things are coming in my head
faster than i can absorb.
bouncing around, ideas are.
warm weather, blue sky.
TIMES SQUARE for enjoying.
not toying. wrap that around ya, Sunshine.
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.
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?
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
if the tide needs rolling in
men know a woman would
help pull and finish the job
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.
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
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.
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
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.