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.

My day

 

One of them

I’ll share with you.

No snow this morn.

Tai restaurant lunch planned a.

Been there four times,

Still don’t know what I’ll order

Or what I think of the place.

But I like Tai food, I think.

Dark start on the day

 

From the middle

Dad broke his fiddle

And he won’t play no more 

So he won’t play no more

He’s lost in the middle

Without out his fiddle

And dad won’t play 

No more 

Always was a morning Joe

Going where the women go 

And loving it

He’s got love to keep him warm

Final February week 24

 

This Sunday sounds sunny starting off

The day looks pleasant, what’d ya say?

Birds and hounds are on their way.

Stepping out in sunshine; quite a day.

Last cold day

 

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

Friday gets away

 

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.

rainy day in February

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

His son called

 

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.

Sandro got away

 

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.

Changing days

 

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 

. 

In from where

 

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.

Here we go

line ‘em up 

 i have expressive and receptive aphasia.

how about that 

it’ll be warm out  soon

Bright on the lawn

 

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 

Shine through it all

 

Keep pots and kettles clean

Dress for the occasion 

Seems you’re seen in good light

Stay happy, sunshine