had a storm pre-halfway into the dark, dark
night we had.
a wild storm and night we experienced , we certainly did.
Rain beat hard, deluged, pounding all it could.
calm and yard strangely debris free this good morning.
then piled in quickly after another, the bunny neighborhood.
sons and daughters of our Little.
life goes on.
The schedule is blank.
We can put in what we like.
Call this a golden opportunity.
This is a chance to pick up some ground.
Clean up the shreds, get the surroundings clean.
Wait. now the rain has come. It will stay today.
Good thing nothing was planned.
Hurray, or what?
Grapes most likely.
Apples are a probability.
Depends on the season.
Sunlight shines heavily.
Beautiful sky, good morning.
This is how to start the day.
All we need is to warm a bit.
Tie your shoe.
There’s a new wave of weather coming through today.
We‘ve tried it all so now we open a bundle unseen.
Blue skies surround us
no wind has bound us
Beautiful light blue, we’re ready for you
We’re in for a lovely day today.
In the yard this morning.
From bed one they went to the woods.
Blended into a complete camouflage.
Good to have them back.
Right now there is nothing for them to destroy.
They’ll be back when the garden
Begins to get ready.
I’m sure they’ll remember the garden.
A hundred city folk at the nature center.
slides and talk, we were there.
a great speaker that knows the birds,
has followed them around the globe.
a gift to hear his talk.
like the free concerts, another reward of living near the city.
a taste of advanced technology bestowed on me.
had my eyes checked for new glasses.
the doctor swiftly did his work.
reminded me of the widely known, wise old man who checked me for glasses the first time years ago.
this man seemed to possess both magic and concern.
i felt the time had come for me to be lucky.
a gifted doctor.
today I pick out my frames.
periodically throughout the nights
silence is interrupted by a calling train.
sometime i am awake, waiting.
first distant, singing out over far fields,
i hear it approaching the town,
then calling down the streets.
as the rumble of steel approach and pass in darkness.
taunting, rumbles crawl near.
passing, becoming faint again.
oh, Night mystery, I love the song you sing to me.
waiting now for next you pass.
keep rolling
One rabbit sitting tall, the other lower.
M saw the pair. I slept getting ready for today.
Dark this morn; I’m going slow.
Seems calm although heavy wind is projected to blow.
and blow, and blow.
Last night I heard her saying Little
Using the voice that meant she saw her.
I did too when she pointed to the shadow.
This morning Spring is what things look like.
Sure is silent. no movement out there.
Has changed from winter gray. Lawn is light green.
Going to the eye doctor this afternoon.
My hopes are up.
I could use a new pair of glasses.
Bill koehler gets new lenses each year for fifty dollars.
Via military service.
I’m in line, did my Navy time.
and open and kind.
Although has made grave rrrors.
is sorry for the lousy wars.
struggles now to come back together.
been so long, rain to see is a pleasure.
this one looks like spring, i think that’s it.
must be the inviting color out there;
the right beige and light green.
haven’t seen soft fields and lawn in a while.
everyone is ready for the out of doors.
Here is where I’ll start today.
Heaven knows we all need a starting point.
Keep pointing out the window.
Relax into it.
Mind, I’m thinking about you and streets in Rome.
Attention now, here goes.
Arm straight to the right.
Cruise on. Into the wind.
We’ll see how it begins.
Seems well enough, right?
You can sleep that way.
Okay, buddy, good night.
that’s what photos capture.
where we’d travelled some weekends;
and repeated it so many times.
another train, another legend, another pizza.
good weather, excitement. enthralled.
thank you Italy.
good for woods walking I’d say.
jacket and cap, you’re on your way.
looking for signs of spring.
a small flower., anything.
liable to find a deer around here.
Though you have to be still.
quiet and a clear, what a blu sky.
Good thinking time. Oh my.
Flexibility focus looking left and right.
Head spinning, note taking,
Yeah I have to get that note taking in there.
And get your regular chores done.
Counting old trees has begun,
Some big ones that have been gone a while.
See how they run.
Just walking by ‘em was fun.
We had two giant maples out back
that I haven’t seen or thought of for fifty years.
No wonder, i suppose i been gone that long too.
Counting rings. No telephone involved.
we weigh the start of the day by what’s around.
the water‘a calm.
our boat in port moves in soft breaths.
few gulls and people i see.
room for all; there is no hurry.
mild sounds of the day, no worry.
Bowling on the wide lanes
We’ve sprinkles on the windows panes.
I’m looking and still
an hour later quiet nothings.
One quick car passed, then nothing.
gee gee our veighbor began her walk.
She’s a skinny seventy eight or so,
that’s nothing.
This could be a record breaking nothing day.
After ten now and remains silent, saw one dog walker.
I’ll think a bit
but there is nothing to say.
look out where you are, where you’re going.
see the dawn is holding in a dash of red
call it a heavenly shade of morning
calling in a whisper, Good day, Sunny blue,
come in and fill the sky.
you can do.
start the day as you know how.
we’ll be running now with you.
Fierce sunshine starts us together,
And will you look at the bright, light blue, unblemished heaven above.
Give citizens a chance to wake and we’ll roll together.
Mayhem distorts
Diligence sorts
We‘ve order today, lets keep it.
Part your hair, Roy.
here’s a surprise to wake up to.
it looks like winter.
entirely white out there.
the deepest drifts of the season.
overnight it came down.
muffling , white soundproofing.
the sky is covered winter gray.
no blue today.
Poetry you can hold and read again.
Is where you need it.
Copy it, print it.
See it, repeat it.
the second month finished.
slipped in is the third.
call the day number one again.
regard the year as underway.
cutting into the second decade of the new millennium.
before long we’ll be halfway there
into it. deeply. jazzlike.
The house across the street
has a light beige colored concrete driveway
with a morning glaze of snow covering it.
Our drive is black asphalt;
dry with no snow on it.
Just painting the scene for you.
Finding something good about wintertime
on this sunny side of the street.
Not inches of white this morning as predicted.
In fact there is very little new snow visible.
That is the storm report.
Also a story in the news on the permanent chemicals
ingested when you eat Lake Erie perch and walleye.
The lakes are not as clean as they used to be.
talked of a large snow blast all winter, haven’t seen much fall.
It melted as it dropped.
Not a comforting time
As rhe news is filled with armed conflict in many countries.
Can’t we just take it easy.
a light patter on the roof this morning..
squirrels are up early.
already birds, squirrels and neighborhood walkers are out doing their thing.
now we seem to be nearing the last vestiges of winter.
give us a weather turn to meager warmth.
it won’t break ya.
spring will abound.
there’s a good prediction.
for now my gracious, old 52 Chevy 3100 truck that cousin Don fixed up to a charm comes to mind. beige I painted with a brush. four on the floor, what a gear shift. a tight positive dream to drive across the Golden Gate Bridge. coming or going. loverly.
They’ll fix what’s required as indicated on the car service package.
Doesn’t matter what, it always takes a lot of time.
We sit and read and wait; naturally we wait.
Quiet, no donuts. They quit buying them for clients.
Wrong. There were donuts.
I thought they were donuts
My wife termed it a pastry.
Not great quality. I ate one.
Also now we can buy their lousy out-of-state plastic packaged donuts out of a tall, blue, robotic standup machine. I’ll call Mike.
Yeah, the world is changing faster.
It is real tough for people living paycheck to paycheck.
Lucky me? that was the name of a jazz tune from the fifties or sixties that i liked when I heard it on the nighttime radio, now it is gone and forgotten.
@@@. @@@. @@@
look at the big to-dos, undone.
make another list.
Look ahead.
What do you think?
light rolling on the wide open.
cruising galore to the beyond
a two-cylinder diesel thumper humming along.
800 pounds of steel imported from China, solid as can be. friend of the sea.
clean and dusted, polished Inside.
gleaming as she flashes on the bay.
a reward for care and upkeep.
a 28 foot Monterey when Snort was a shot of booze.
fifty foot Diamondback, powerful 671.
37 ft Tranquility Base, formerly sureptitous 500 Mexicans.
cozy home. friends visited and took a ride in sight of the Golden Gate.
a fine decade.
flooded yesterday, okay today.
in stone morning quiet the puddles are gone,
not saying dry, i doubt that;
squirrels are out hopping, sun has just started.
distant clouds touched by rose.
light sky blue. minutes later a mist of grey absorbs the blue.
