6/29

Finally I have walked the grounds of Winterthur,
Seen some of its splendors, have driven backroads the
Wyeths’ called home.

I paint, Dear, and slowly learn my craft. 
It is not always easy, getting out of my own way.
I miss us.

6/23

Our sister and her Dear this day celebrate  gold.
A wondrous mark, though I felt able to send them
only love, for 

When you died I lost my center.
Recovering, returning from that, it is
No easy task.

6/21

Solstice, the longest day finds me on your bench
Under the pine, after walking the labyrinth, the yard
Admiring its neatness 

And order, you would have enjoyed this, 
And the bug-less evening, soft air 
And cool temps.

A neighbor is haying, his sheep baa-ing
You know who and know too you are ever
In my heart

6/19

Under gratitude comes the grace of days spent
By the Bethany sea in a little house wide open
To ocean breeze.

6/15

Friends have come to share time here along 
My fields and marshes and then there, ocean front.
Two leave tomorrow

But this evening, two of us decamp to a riverside
Cafe, seated by the wharf in air sun-warmed.
Humid and lazy,

We delay until from down the bank, fireworks star-
Burst above treetops to reflect on the waters, and
In our souls 

6/5

The afternoon light is a clear brilliance 
Beautiful as cut glass. The wheat has forgone greens
For spun gold,

Color of precious love gifts, carrying over far acres 
In air sweet and crystalline. Mostly we did
Choose homes well. 

And I am caught in the seduction of such a spot, 
In an evening bordering perfection, only not sure now,
For right reasons. 

6/4

My cousin comes to visit and to help me
We don bug sprays and bug shields to 
Wield shrub clippers.

As we decide and chop, wheel away debris while 
Lunch then dinner is considered, his presence is 
companionable and welcome.