3/30

My eyes have been improved, enhanced, corrected
To a new height of see-ability, but not what I need.
I can't paint.

3/29 Tuesday

Spring rides in on winter's shoulders,
The mistletoe still showing on the 
Fingers of trees,

While cherry blossoms subtly scent
Evening skies and greenery emerges
From corn stubble.

On high, over a glowing horizon, post
Equinox stars shine in a deepening palette of 
Varied dark blues. 

3/25 Thursday

At times you encircled me
In your arms, close, kissing
Me deeply in,

And I, I would soften gladly, breathing
You in.  But, by sunrise you were
Moving away, back

To your life, away, away from mine.
Any sweet moments given, taken,
Just not enough.

3/16 Wednesday

The dates we keep, for myriad reasons

So many years ago, this time, your mother, my friend

Gone. Now you.   

She's gone, said your brother, as we both

Drew a breath in. In one sense, yes, you're gone.

Left to memory,

Left, for us, to remember, to wonder how 

To hold fast to the rendition of you we love,  

Each simply hoping 

Perhaps tomorrow, our own versions of you

Will finally rest within us, sweetly ensconced

In our souls.

As perhaps wherever you go, we remain 
Your version, known only to you. Perhaps that also 

Gives you comfort.

3/15 Tuesday

Beware the Ides of March

Not really something to be wary

On this evening,

Soft and clear, birds calling 

in the pearly dusk, far in time,

miles from Rome. 

Better beware the gloom of self,

Locked hard on lonely, forfeiting others',

One's own kindness. 

Rather dwell on those fellowship's

Dear, the beauty around, the grace 

Of time left.

3/14 Monday

Last night I dreamt of arms
That were not yours, were not
Anyone's I know.

Dreamt of someone standing as much 
Expectant as welcoming, and as such
It did appeal.

As if where he stood was more
A portal to where I wish to be, 
Moving with equilibrium. 

3/12 Saturday

To watch the sun set drawing 
Past dusk into gloaming, snifter of 
Balvenie in hand

And two goldens afoot, to hear 
Geese chatter in the far marshes,
While skies deepen

Past ultramarine til stars above
Quicken over my small farm,
Is simply magical. 

3/11 Friday

As sunset nears, its best to be in our yard, 
Our dogs near, a glass of wine in hand. 
A good day.

Our dog, will be with you, I think, 
By the next snows. May he get one last chance to make
Doggy snow angels 

Before becoming one. The now, the moment 
Is all he knows. 6:07 Sunset falls where I love 
Best, for now.