A brave or foolish phrase to mutter.
Never before this early have I forecast
an early warm spell on our way.
Caught into the calls for global warming
I know it’s early
poetry - jack sender - all of my life
A brave or foolish phrase to mutter.
Never before this early have I forecast
an early warm spell on our way.
Caught into the calls for global warming
I know it’s early
Fair weather day, all seems okay.
Will get done what I can.
Sky is bright, how are ya?
Working on cleaning,
Threw paintings away,
Making room today.
Have far to go and time is tight.
Space seems at a premium.
Winter has gone away.
shifting days seem ready to change
no snow and wet out.
drops glisten.
not so cold.
waking to the fact a dear friend has died.
a strong family man.
my hero.
where are we now
It was six in the morning, I fumbled
as I picked up the phone,
saw his name on the readout,
He never called me before.
Got the phone to my ear.
“Hello.”
“Jack, this is Lorenzo … ”
I heard all he was going to tell me in his voice
And it shocked me.
How could it happen
My friend Alessandro has died.
I slipped up not seeing him when we were there.
He and I knew how close we felt,
We both let our friendship slip.
This was an accident.
Somehow we got away.
Sky is light blue
Someone zipped by
No falling snow
What we have looks thinner
Although it’s too cold to begin melting.
Tomorrow for sure we turn to higher temperatures
.
The ground is covered white completely
Not a warning; it must have snowed all night.
The bunnies were seen in their usual places,
Little behind three, New into one.
line ‘em up
i have expressive and receptive aphasia.
how about that
it’ll be warm out soon
It’s cold and the morning light shines golden.
The three deer have left the backyard.
Twenty eight degrees now
Thirty two will be the high.
I think it’s cold for sleeping on the ground.
Haven’t regularly seen much of the deer
So we aren’t familiar with their habits ,
Not like our friends the rabbits
Keep pots and kettles clean
Dress for the occasion
Seems you’re seen in good light
Stay happy, sunshine
My song from the sixties came back
Along with New and Little, the missing rabbits.
Although it’s cold we’re on the right track.
No doubt we’ll fall into old habits.
How did I know I’d run
Into so many cowboys in Hollywood.
They had to be somewhere.
Like the actors they’re everywhere
It’s hard to be a civilian and ignore them
Everywhere you go is the thick of it.
Playing the piano in my garage-studio
Kept me hidden away.
Can clean the ledges
Wipe the edges
Note the grey comes through .
0n this darker morning
The month I was born in
Here is a fine hello to you.
So we carry the grey
Drag it through the sky
It’s the kind of day it is.
Hold on to your smile
We will persist
In two thirds the month to go
Did you see the space?
We’re goings to Smucker’s town.
This is a big deal , a little town an hour away
Out in the country.
Ready to float.
Open the moat
Coming and going this morning starts well.
We’re ducking sadness
We think yesterday we lost our bunny, or two.
We will see how days develop.
No quick decisions.
The full story develops.
Now we’re keeping alert for an early spring.
We’ve no snow here in February
No longer a regular winter
Empty street car beds
Silent rolling through nothing special
Give me a bay and a boat
Floating our way, we shall
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
Blue lite sky bright
Silent as it should be.
Short white stiff grass
White truck goes by.
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.
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.
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
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
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
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.
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
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
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