10/31

My neighbors are an island but fine, me too.

Properties, more shopworn but good. I stay put.

Bay bridge closed.

My friend prepares for halloween, candy

For treaters, costume for grand-daughter

I join in.

10/30

I stay here and listen, wondering, is the house ok.

If it isn’t there is not much I can do here...or there.

So be it.

10/28

Rain all day, dinner with friends, 

Staying with company

Waiting the storm

10/27

The show comes down today and I will not go home,

Will stay in town with friends and wait to see how hard

This storm hits

10/26

Packed for the weekend, dogs in tow.

Classes all day, some good drawing, not painting,

Worry about Sandy.

Worry about staying to work the gallery then

Worry about taking the show down and getting

Over the bridge

Before the storm hits, worry about being alone

At the end of a long dirt road, knowing there is little

I can do.

10/23

The winter wheat is in, greening fields 

To peridot and through the cloud fluffed skies of

Azure peaches rose

In them Lift the first swirling murmurations 

Of small migratory birds lifting on whirring

Wings over me

Sunset 6:21

10/20

A friend’s birthday, an anniversary sooner left alone.

Now a celebration here where we lived and loved

And were happy

A day spent sitting sidewise to the merriment. fine.

Listening to the cheery voices and knowing the wonder

that was happening.

May they be ever happy, as we were, for longer.

May they always be there for each other.

May they love.

10/18

Sometimes I think you would just shake your head,

WTF am I doing. The tent in the arena is not an indoor. 

A wedding here?

10/16

Timing off, left our dogs when I shouldn’t and now,

Now, now one is in a clinic far from home being treated.

Now’s not easy.

10/15

In a fine old home now a museum I help my friend 

Hang her show and talk hunting with the curator.

I miss hounds

10/12

Another opening for a sweet small show nearby. 

Glad to be with friends who sell at least a little. 

Me? no. 

10/11

The sun has set leaving a quiet sky banded 

Azure rose purple. Leaves are falling settling 

Backgrounds dusty grays.

It is coming on time for flights of geese

To hover, to squabble over choice rests,

Ever chattering together. 

Farm machinery hum distantly, birds chirp

Beginning to flock in swirls murmurations, as

I miss you. 

10/10

What do I know? Not much. Know I am tired,

Feel overwhelmed often, tired of doing it alone

without my partner.

Yet can't say would welcome another partner. 

There is still so much being one requires, more?

Too much work. 

Who knows? Not I. Meanwhile slowly learn

The north star keeps steady not from others but from in itself.

Miss my partner

10/7

How good to have friends come while I work the gallery.

How good painting Joe’s beautiful vegetables, others enjoyed

Seeing, how nice.

10/5

Last weekend our friends and I placed our show in the gallery

This evening was the opening. A fair crowd came.

Sales were made.

But I felt the presence you were, welcoming and offering to all

Libation and good words. I miss you saving Karen a beer.

I missed you.

10/4

Twenty five years ago we were wed. 
Expected to wake this day, together, in a special place, 
Arms wrapped round. 

Interesting that having been slapped hard by it, 
There is not now such fear of death, nor do I court it.
Life is special.

Perhaps, that is the special of this unimaginable
Anniversary for which the only silver given is
In my hair.