Friday, March 30, 2012


How can a person be so tired? Perhaps from over two years
Of always going, searching, being unsure, off balance, perhaps just
Need meds checked.

Sunday, March 25, 2012


From gray skies, that hounded beach and surf,
Wind torn and wet, came paintings, many, of beauty,
Time well spent.

Saturday, March 24, 2012


Drove yesterday in the cooling day to the beach,
To stay with friends, to paint, to talk, to eat,
To be with

In a house comfortable and filled with beauty.
To a day spent enjoying these and the work
That was done.

Thursday, March 22, 2012


Warm these days, an old friend calls,
Her husband's leg is bad, will need a new knee.
He is distraught.

She wanted to talk it over, okay but, so we agreed:
Kick'm in the butt, get over it, get it done, could be
Worse. I know.

Monday, March 19, 2012


Home a few days now, revel in the soft air,
As the sun lowers into an evening
Cool, not warm.

It is beautiful here and much to like, yet
Even as I remap the labyrinth, think how to
Place it elsewhere.

Thursday, March 15, 2012


Tired from lack of sleep, lack of center.
Tired of not having that peace of home
That was us.

Tired of traveling, of keeping moving
Tired of being a-kilter, think time is here
To move less.

Tuesday, March 13, 2012


Am I getting used to be ing one alone? No,
Not really but in this time, it is my lot. Just
What it is.

Along with knowing that this time is lonely,
Is knowing no one has my back while I learn
To go alone.

It is what it is and certainly sadness sits
With me more often these days then when
Time was us.

Friday, March 9, 2012


A day spent in the quiet of friends' home
Napping to the soft sound of rain, painting, still
look for rest.

A day spent mostly alone in the soft air
Of a Florida town in late winter, a needed
Time of solace.

Wednesday, March 7, 2012


Palm trees have always been the same to me,
Fronds whispering as the air moves through,
A simple thing.

Simple, as many things seem and are not, be it
Trees, love, grief, seeing with new eyes is to
See them differently.

Saturday, March 3, 2012


Stayed put this soft gray day as storms raged south,
Stayed put in a quiet extra day, painting, puttering but
Packed, leave tomorrow.

Friday, March 2, 2012


Sun sets as I sit in the cooling evening,
while birds trill in treetops and lambs bleat.
Spring is nearing.

Thursday, March 1, 2012


I will live again with roses ranging over rooftops.
Tonight the beautiful voice of Eliza Gilkyson
Lilts through me.