Wednesday, October 31, 2012


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.

Tuesday, October 30, 2012


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.

Sunday, October 28, 2012


Rain all day, dinner with friends, 
Staying with company
Waiting the storm

Saturday, October 27, 2012


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

Friday, October 26, 2012


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.

Tuesday, October 23, 2012


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

Saturday, October 20, 2012


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.

Thursday, October 18, 2012


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?

Tuesday, October 16, 2012


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.

Monday, October 15, 2012


In a fine old home now a museum I help my friend 
Hang her show and talk hunting with the curator.
I miss hounds

Friday, October 12, 2012


Another opening for a sweet small show nearby. 
Glad to be with friends who sell at least a little. 
Me? no. 

Thursday, October 11, 2012


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. 

Wednesday, October 10, 2012


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

Sunday, October 7, 2012


How good to have friends come while I work the gallery.
How good painting Joe’s beautiful vegetables, others enjoyed
Seeing, how nice.

Friday, October 5, 2012


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.

Thursday, October 4, 2012


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.