9/26

Pink sky this evening with an ember sun,
Corn is down and fields replanted 
In winter wheat. 

Have spent the last few days framing,
Packing, doing last minute things to two years 
worth of paintings. 

The car is full, in two days will be off, again,
This time to fill the front galleries
with my work.

9/24

In this is the hour of rockwell's light
Slanting golden across the tree tops,
There I look

Past the colors deepening into perfect,
Feeling the hint of chill that echoes ever
The soul's sadness.

No longer overwhelming, only a constant 
Tinge of sorrow, deeply rooted, haunting as
The cry of geese. 

9/23

WWT, because need time to wonder wtf happened.
To wonder what ever is next, wonder will that happen,
And wonder how?

To wonder who ever will believe in me, wonder on beauty, 
Wonder on good and colors and where to go. Still in
Widow Wondering Time

9/22

I sit your bench as the sun slips down, red gold
Perfectly framed by my tree, brilliant hues
For beautiful memory. 

9/21

Went to these classes today in a quieter mood,
Expecting to stretch, for sure but in a simpler way
Pleased with work.

9/17

Crisp the evening air while I walk the maze
As the sun settled and I enjoyed the colors, thinking:
Miss you more.

9/14

A week of learning new painting skills to use when back
In my own studio. A week on an island edge, a place totally
New and different.

I have been moving and doing a lot and do realize, all
Has been turning to seek what is now my life alone to hold 
New and different.

9/8

Slipping past another time-zone to arrive 
at the edge of an inland sea to paint, to be with others, 
to learn skills

9/7

In this life do I look now for small pleasures unexpected.
Un-denied, now with praise for the goodness of friends, of
Tasks done well.

9/5

Even I, who has been sure to ever be doing,
Even I wonder how to keep this pace going,
Even I tire.

9/4

A lovely tuesday afternoon spent sitting on the deck
By the river,, enjoying lunch with a friend. She and I
Talk and care.