About now firecasters

 

About now, right this very moment

Forecasters are turning their heads away,

Looking for a good movie to watch 

Because no decent eclipse will be available 

To be witnessed  on the eight day of April in these parts

Or anywhere hereabouts, I do so verily 

Tweed pattern

 

New shoes fit fine, look good.

I want her foot happy.

Now morning clouds set to clear.

Give us an all-right day.

Eclipse clear we’re talking 

First off to Tajour, dentist-man

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Tomorrow Into April, the fourth month

 

Been turning looking for rabbits

All around the yard they roam.

Not so predictable as before

But coming in unexpectedly.

A once in a lifetime eclipse is coming back,

This time straight down our street.

Just need a clear ten minutes.

We have a week to worry for an open sky.

like a dream come true

 left my beret in Finney Hall

Oberlin Conservatory of Music

called this morning to say i left my derby

then called back to say its a beret.

 

last nights concert featured a

great mezzo soprano and piano

then player on a stand-up bass made in 1741

then came in the rest: trumpet, drums, accordionist,

an unknown instrument from Brazil,

 

this entirely gave and got a "wow".

a top-line jazz and classical performance by all.

everyone took solos.

artists accomplished as is possible. 

surprised i didn't get cold feet.

they knocked my socks off

Clear sky

 

Starting regal

high  above the seagull 

soars an eagle.

from the field below is heard the lonely, baying beagle.

Without notes

 

Last night I had it planned.

Meri watched five jumping rabbits this morning.

They’re more organized than we are.

John Keats 1795 - 1821

The Protestant cemetery in Testacio.

Ode to the poet.

Wet early

 

Already rained hard this morning.

Will take my pills and start the day.

Sleep carried me through dreamland.

I’m set for rabbits in Spring.

Monday again

 

While still cold

Near the end of March

Toast is tasty 

Sky is mostly blue

The day seems heating to wonderful 

I’ll bargain we’re going for a good one.

The eclipse may have its day.

A break

 

Taking it easy because it’s Sunday again.

All is going slowly 

Later today we’ll have an idea

How it went, what we need to do.

Covered white

 

Day begins quietly coated to the hilt.

Every branch and stem to be seen .

The padding silently fell

Reaching every spot, missing 

Not a dot

Good Morning nearly Spring 

Come hearty before us.

The time is right;

Mend spring

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.