Friday, November 30, 2012


Not so a bad way to end the month, with several paintings 
Done that I like. Not a bad way, but not enough, because missing
You remains deep.

Tuesday, November 27, 2012


As usual, whenever I get here, first feel at odds,
As it seems the compass guiding me wavers as I try
Plotting a path.

Monday, November 26, 2012


A quick trip to our friend and his girl,
A good evening spent with them before
The drive home.

Friday, November 23, 2012


This day went to look at two houses and came away 
disappointed as they neither lived up to their billings
or my wishes.

Thursday, November 22, 2012


My mother and I spent the previous day slowly prepping,
A task that allows this morning also to be easy as guests
trickle in early

Precious were the years she would come and join us
Precious this year, wary gratitude, as time has a way of pulling
us up short.

Tuesday, November 20, 2012


Leave out early to drive north.
The drive is uneventful, good.
The dogs sleep

I drive and eyes on the road, my mind there 
On the one in front and also on the road yet
To be taken.

But somedays I feel I can not look down that road
For any great distance as it still remains clouded, where
I wish clarity.

Monday, November 19, 2012


Start this week spending a few days at the beach.
At a friend's house, three of us meet to paint and talk.
The dogs play.

Best is the company shared, knowing others are near.
Glad for the quiet and good talk, beach walks, feel the need
For slowed time.

Friday, November 16, 2012


Company, a favorite cousin and his friend are here.
They have wended their way south and back, looking
For the blues.

An evening listening to her play guitar
And get interviewed on the radio.
Tired, slept well.

Tuesday, November 13, 2012


Met with an expert on estate planning,
Met to plan for this time ahead, met without you.
Met for me.

Saturday, November 10, 2012


This week has been consumed with yard work.
Your chainsaw, I give to another as I will
Never use it.

I will find, eventually, one more useful for me.
For now, a new sawsall, leaf blower, rake
help me tidy.

And all solidifies in my mind, I can do this alone,
I can, alone, even find some peace in that but not
In my heart.

Wednesday, November 7, 2012


Thankful for the rain, slow, steady rain keeping
The day damp and gray and I sleep and rest
With no regrets.

Tuesday, November 6, 2012


Dinner prepared for friends, my cousin's and mine, all
Connected by the blues, the visit is good. Wish
I wasn't sick.

Monday, November 5, 2012


Drive home with all the mutts, my two and the poodle.
Find other than downed trees, Sandy made only a mess.
My cats miss me.

Sunday, November 4, 2012


Paint with a friend while at her show, then hurry to
A whiskey tasting. A frivolous, fun evening; remembering,
thinking, missing you.

Friday, November 2, 2012


Another friday drawing and painting and this day
Am pleased with some of the work done here
A good day.

Thursday, November 1, 2012


Medium of artwork is so important, a pastel is not an oil.
A play is not a movie. The Kennedy Center hosts 
War Horse, magnificent.