Thursday, March 31, 2011


It is in the chasm held within, of being alone,
Of keeping as one, I realize, no one is any longer there.
Your support's gone.

Yet there is where I need put standards down, hoping
They will hold and keep me going well, alone, now
Your support's gone.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011


The sun sets later, I prepare food, light
Candles, listen to the radio, open wine, share
Dinner with memory.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011


Friends feed me Indian, spicy and good, wrap
A blanket 'round me, sit a dog next to me, place
Wine in hand.

Tool their cart down dirt roads admiring
The sky, the marshes, the new homes, cool air,
Mostly good friends.

Sunday, March 27, 2011


Woke, 6 am, to go paint. Woke to a soft blanket of snow.
The first snow fall since well before last year that
I have enjoyed.

Friday, March 25, 2011


The dirt road home is badly rutted which allows time
To observe the gray clouds above, the lemony greening as
Trees start budding.

Mostly this year, though, the chickweed is blooming in a
Startling purple haze blanketing long fields in a color
Strongest this day.

Thursday, March 24, 2011


6 am up to paint: two in DC, me in Pocomoke, one in Drayden,
We call and rise to carve this time, morning light reflecting our
Work, our choice.

Our choice to dedicate time to this work, to give it thought,
Give it shape, form, color, substance; to give time to seeing
The beauty around.

Monday, March 21, 2011


Weekend spent painting at a great workshop, three days filled well.
Nights in a funky motel on the Potomac, friends to share and discuss
things we learned.

Back to DC, up at 6am to paint in a friend's studio,
Short sessions resulting in good paintings, making
A good day.

Thursday, March 17, 2011


No green beer or cheer, just driving, go-go's sleep, sun sets,
Will sleep here at home. Little comfort coming home, come morning
I'll be off.

Sunday, March 13, 2011


This evening sat with my brothers, my sister-in-law, my mother
Enjoying their company. Big brother consents to help with paperwork.
What a relief.

Thursday, March 10, 2011


The grass is greening, a tender haze on wintered land
Where our horses once ran. The hay is greening above
Where you are.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011


Rose with the sun shining softly over the marshes
With the go-go's seated behind drove the day
To your sister's.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011


This evening the go-go's join me on the tree bench
Where, one at a time, they hop up for a good brushing.
I sip wine.

With breezes ready to loft hair, brushing need be carefully
Done to avoid fur in the glass. After we sit together watching
The sun set.

Sunday, March 6, 2011


Elsewhere wrote: my main support remains
The love I had. With it I can go on and try to
Go on well.

Another replied: we'll see.
What "we'll see"? That I will fail, be unable to do well
For myself?

Perhaps I am just one more weak, incapable woman.
But choose to believe otherwise. Should I fail? Damn you on
The way down.