1/31 Monday

By afternoon the house is filled
first with dogs playing then joined
By old friends,

The house sounds with laughter,
Wine and good food, I wish the giggles
Could reach others.

1/29 Friday

A quiet cool day through which
The soft buoy bell-tones of the gong,
Counterpoint the hours.

1/24 Sunday

A few days later, a few inches more
Not enough to shovel but plenty for 
Go-go’s to play.

1/22 Friday

Spent these few days prepping for snow,
What I can, as my eye limits me now.
Indeed even more

Than not having you here as for so long
I have had to learn to adjust to doing 
As just me

I have, y’know, accepted those parameters
Are still close enough to notice the weight 
Of anything extra. 

1/20 Wednesday

Odd to have one eye that sees far
I have not seen far for as long
As I remember.

1/19 Tuesday

Early rise to have an eye cut,
Cataract, a friend reassures me
It'll be okay.

1/18 Monday

Wake to sun sparkling
Through ice crusted branches
On snow-crusted fields.

It is now official, I am almost six
Months done with treatment and
Nine months clear. 

1/17 Sunday

Down and back, two long days driving,
Then hauling home a friends new trailer.
It is fun,

As was the excursion to a new place,
Into a new adventure. It is cozy and
I want one.

Then it's just the go-go’s and I
Heading down now familiar roads
In first snow.

1/14 Thursday

A day cool enough for flannel jeans 
And a walk along tom’s cove 
To the point 

Air clear and cool, tide low enough for 
Easy walking, wending our way where 
Ponies often trod.

As the sun starts its descent 
And afternoon wanes to dusk
I am both 

Happy for the company of friends
And saddened when time comes 
Seeing them go.

1/13 Wednesday

A slowpot winter, weekly stews to see through
By now it's best, having company welcomed,
Watching the president.

1/10 Sunday

A golden afternoon, the go-go’s help
As I repair the electric fences while
Enjoying their antics.  

1/7/ Thursday

Your sister goes for treatments again
I don't call often enough, that was
So your talent.

1/6/16

Seven sixes ago twas a wednesday, 
Cold and clear. Life has cycled again 
To another mid-week 

Day of crystalline air. Standing then in
The moment when afternoon light decides to 
Slip towards dusk, 

The first time living in that lucid air where 
You no longer were, left me terrifyingly, alone. 
Yet on days, 

Like that devastating day and like this day, 
The same astonishing, overwhelming clarity 
Suffuses the heavens, 

Infuses my eyes to my soul, where you 
Yet touch, with soft promise, with hope and 
I walk on.

1/1/16 Friday

A walk with the go-go’s on Sandy Neck
Along cape cod bay, backwash through
The pebbled strand.

Years ago I woke each morn to that lovely sound.
The go-go’s now frolic in the wave hems. I make 
A decision finally,

To just let go and to live my own life, at last. 
I pick among stones, leaving one for the
Kindness Rock Project