11/30 Monday

What do I want. What.  
Some body again who cares 
For my call,

As the best part of their day.
Who loves getting it. 
Who's day is

better for a few simple words. 
For sharing  a slice of life with 
One who cares. 

11/26 Thursday

Grace at its best carries us 
Easily in an embrace that 
Makes life effortless. 

Grace otherwise must be carefully held 
And still may often leave us 
Bereft and scarred. 

11/17 Tuesday

What a string of perfectly beautiful days, 
Cool and breezy. Painting in my studio while
Listening to music.  

Walk the dogs along pine-needle strewn paths.
Home to fresh warm breads, a glass of wine under
A moon-dark sky.

Bid my dogs, my cats, goodnight, then open 
Windows to the last autumn air, warmly nestled 
Under furry blankets.

11/15 Sun

What a complete, utter fool am I to think
Love would find me again. That to another I
Would be first.

Such is a hurtful, delusional fantasy, such idiocy, 
I can not any longer count love as a possibility, yet,
When could I?

The  small equilibrium gained a half year ago,
Now broken, is a cost dear. I hope only I can regain
Me alone needed.