Monday, September 30, 2013


To the trinity of double u -
Water, wine, whiskey - we've been true.
The only exception
Is in the selection
Of which coffee each morning will do.

Saturday, September 28, 2013


On their wee adventure to skye
They took the roads on the fly
Passing many inns
And over glens
Without a thought as to why.

Tuesday, September 24, 2013


The little white vans from hell
Flew past us not very well.
Turned me into a bitch
As we flew in a ditch,
But we lived for the story to tell.

Friday, September 20, 2013


While driving along through the moor
In search of the bright blue shore,
We looked to the right,
A loch was in sight,
Releasing our souls to soar.

Thursday, September 19, 2013


Landing in an alien place was not so hard
As, hey, I was not in charge and
Lack of sleep

By now is normal; as is greeting the day
Honed by tired, only supported by friends, in love
With the new.

Grateful for good comrades who, when I hit the wall
Of here without you, held me in their kindness 'til
My footing firmed.

Wednesday, September 18, 2013


I do not quote scripture. 
Yet some passages when read
So evoke solace.

Perhaps not by the literal word,
Perhaps by the love behind that seeks
To give solace.

Monday, September 16, 2013


The skies here are always awesome, always.
Frame the settling sun sweetly and
Yes I am

Seated, again, on your bench swatting flies,
Watching dogs romp, hearing horses snort,
Wine in hand.

A tradition that falls short but still allows quiet
Space to remember, to apprciate and in that
Wrap love around

Saturday, September 14, 2013


Even under the brightest of sunlight comes softly,
Unbidden, moments of crisp clarity, past shared of
When we were....

These push through with talons not dulled by time,
Take breath, take tears to move through, even as now
I recognize signs.

Recognize that grief does not so much diminish
As finally learn its proper place, even as it still feels need
To push forward.

Wednesday, September 11, 2013


Where ever you all are, may this evening have been soft
And warming to you and may the grief you know
Be by your side

As a guest, not so much welcomed,
But acknowledged for the manners it may
Hopefully, finally developed.

Sunday, September 8, 2013


Rode with your friend, along the loop we would do,
When all we wanted to do was sit a horse under wide skies. 
Miss that, you.

Friday, September 6, 2013


Fell asleep, easy these days. Staying asleep is not.
Mostly missed the launch, but felt the following tremors.
My favorite part.