Wednesday, January 30, 2013


Stood, these past few days, in ten degree weather, 
Stood in snow on the other side of Canaan, where
Once you lived. 

In frigid air colder than I've ever stood,
Painting, learning of the vibrancy of color, 
Learning allowing vibrancy.

Now, home, standing in an approaching front 
I relish the warmer winds and do not miss
You any less. 

Monday, January 21, 2013


Four years, four years, ago, we watched, watched
This country’s gala event. Now this president re-eleceted
How, without you.

Sunday, January 20, 2013


Working a bit differently these last two painting,
Our dogs, listening to myself work out the differences
These are painted

Listening to myself, work out the differences of words
In time, realizing, at that time, I would have hated
Anyplace I live.

Learning to perhaps listen for the change, in painting,
In life, in work, in abode, allowing the time to come,
Allow I’m ready.

Thursday, January 17, 2013


A few days of slipping quietly alone here
A few days, mostly content to be alone,
Puttering and painting

Sunday, January 13, 2013


A weekend with sweet house guests filling the rooms.
We talk and cook and paint and encourage each other
Even without the wine

Wednesday, January 9, 2013


Listening to the blues as I paint your dog Arlo
From a reference pic taken years ago, Arlo emerging
Out of shadow.

Monday, January 7, 2013


Lost a quote about when in doubt, do the active thing, 
it is more life giving. Found this start of a speech Kelly Rigg 
gave in Doha:

"What gives you hope? This is a question I'm often asked these days. 
And what I've come to realize is that being hopeful ..... 
is not something 

that just happens -- at least not to me. It's not a passive process, but 
an active one. Hope isn't something I have, it's something I have to go 
out and find."

Sunday, January 6, 2013


Waved our friend goodbye this morning,
Grateful this winter is mild. Then rode
The white horse

Through the quiet farm lanes coming back
To sit your bench as the sun set, grateful for the
Time with you.

Grateful for the love we shared, the memories we made
The light of the sun tinged treetops, but, missing you, always
Just missing you.

Thursday, January 3, 2013


Our friend and his girl will be here in a day,
I prep for them, quietly moving through these rooms,
Walking these halls,

Considering what is needed to make them comfortable,
Content - for them and for me, as I walk through this time
With you within.

Tuesday, January 1, 2013


Again on the road, early enough to miss most traffic
Early enough to drive easily, early enough home
To see sunset.

Again coming up the long rutted dirt road, 
The pine flanked drive to the last quiet place you lived. 
Glad to be home.