Saturday, December 31, 2011


Have walked the beaches of my childhood on
This last day of what has been all told, just
Another without you.

Gray Clouds and mists shroud the bay,
White swans glide now, as never did years ago,
Graceful, fluid moments

That reflect well the sadness held that arcs
Through thoughts and soul, softly swirling and
Cupping my heart.

Friday, December 30, 2011


A day spent with two good friends in a town
I knew in youth when all was ahead and I did
Enjoy the day.

Thursday, December 29, 2011


Read today of a character who mused that
"Making love" was possible only for those
In "new ventures",

Of not seeing how such could ever be possible
Between couples long together .... gawd is she
Ever so wrong.

Wednesday, December 28, 2011


Overheard some one calling their pet and hearing
That name, unselfconsciously spoken, hear also the
Connection of family.

Tuesday, December 27, 2011


Met with an old colleague, old friend.
He has a presence that has mellowed well
Good to see.

Monday, December 26, 2011


Spent the day drawing, talking, seeing
A movie, just hanging around, nothing grand,
But still good.

Sunday, December 25, 2011


On this morning the sun rises
Above mists lifting off the bay
In sublime beauty.

Saturday, December 24, 2011


So often I have watched others
Effortlessly maneuver through my kitchen.
Just doing neatly.

As, on this day, neatly did I, helping a cousin.
And he allowed, gave sympathy on being alone, my
Gift from him.

Friday, December 23, 2011


Driving some more today and shopping,
Where ever my mother wishes to go.
Fine by me.

Thursday, December 22, 2011


A quick trip to see your sister,
To see she is in good spirits, just
To see her.

Wednesday, December 21, 2011


It is warm here for December as I walk these roads.
This beach I knew as a child. Walk alone now with
Just our dogs.

Tuesday, December 20, 2011


Another day traveling, an easy enough day
Considering all, little traffic, a quiet drive
With my dogs.

Time to pay attention to the road, considering
all moving near...considering each moment is
What I do.

Sunday, December 18, 2011


Sunset 4:45 - two years ago we thought
Caught quick, the start of your recovery, our
Life to resume.

Sunset 4:45 - a year ago memory starts
Thoughts traveling this awful route that
Ended me alone.

A day spent in company of friends, and
Alone with tears, did sit this evening to watch
sun set - 4:45.

Saturday, December 17, 2011


An evening with friends met in a quaint town for
dinner and listening to a band that I only knew
you did like

Tuesday, December 13, 2011


To have loved and to have been so loved. So, for what is
Lost, tears taste bitter. For waht was love, tastes sweet and
Sweet salts memory.

Sunday, December 11, 2011


for a friend:

There once was a writer who knew
What placing precisely comas could do,
However blue she might feel
Could write of happiness so real,
Readers would think just how she wanted them to.

Saturday, December 10, 2011


This season I miss you no less, more in fact
This evening in that leather chair I sit,
Cat on lap,

Candles lit everywhere giving a soft light to this
Time I only wish to contemplate in the flames
That gentles edges.

Our dogs sleep near, in this company, in this light
Do the tendrils of hope stir. I hold your heart now
Cupped in mine.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011


Fun for living, tears for life, ah how we channel, well, love.
Grief, yes, sorrow, hurt and hardship but also love. Do not
Tears channel love?

So tears for those saddened can be a release needed, except,
Who wants to see another sad? But, we are and we do, well,
Things like cry.

But, hey, mostly cry alone, in our cars, drive, music, cry. We hurt,
We miss and long for, and we cry. And if I am not shedding a tear,
Well, who is?

Saturday, December 3, 2011


Doing what I can as I can, recognizing small gifts
With small gasps of thanks. Small may be all I have,
Small step, breathe.

It is a start days when a breath feels an eternity,
A step breaches canyons and the caring of others?
Bittersweet when compared.

But what a sweet small kindness is the caring of others.
And how important are not small kindness given to each of
Us, small beings?

Thursday, December 1, 2011


Eight minutes until sunset
It rests in the far line of treetops
Ready to drop.

Cried much of the three hours driving back,
Here, home for a time, not knowing how little
Time you had.

Gone now, the light left a soft grayed
Blue-white of old oriental porcelain, color
Of time passed.