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.

5/24

Beautiful days of escape in big old Jersey Shore cottage, 
Wide porches under striped awnings the ocean crashing near
The weather perfect

Surrounded by a bevy of friends, chatting, eating, of course
Painting. This year I slip easily, gratefully into the warmth
Of good companions.

5/12

This evening I shall give myself some time 
To stay in touch, to write a few sweet words
To good friends

Who all live far away. Thus reminding myself for 
This time, while choosing life in beautiful isolation I
So need them.

5/10

The wheat is turning from spectacular
blued green as it ripens to a wonderful
hazed yellowy sage. 


The dogs and I have walked the perimeter
Under a sky marbled by clouds and now rest
Beneath that pine.

Oh this night to have your presence, even if only 
Ghosting in my mind...better company than any others,
Even only memory.

5/9

Heard today an old friend of ours

Is in for rough times. Cancer found,

Hopefully in time

4/26

In evening, the hour of rockwell's light, slanting

Golden across the tree tops, I stand looking

Past these colors

Deepening into perfect. In evening,

Feeling the hint of chill that will echo ever

The soul's sadness.

In evening, no longer overwhelming, only

A constant tingeing rooted sorrow, haunting 

as crying geese. 

4/21

A year ago I was painting on this day, Snow Hill, crying as
My uncle had died and you were not here but a friend was,
Painting with me.

And this year she with another came again and we painted here,
The farm and  your tools hanging until the wallops rocket launched.
You would've enjoyed.

4/8

A long time ago I lived between the marsh and the sea.
Lived with the salt smell, the sound of foghorns and waves 
backwashing on pebbles.

4/6

I have sat here many an evening tracking the sun

Along the horizon, along the seasons, the years,

Remembering the love...

Remembering we did love together and as that tug

Pushes on the river, I watch, thinking of how I tell you

My heart thoughts, 

In the keeping of words shared quietly with you, 

I have found strength. You would love me still as

I do you

4/1

Amidst cackling guineas and industrious hens, 

I paint with friends along these winding inlets,

I am reminded

That these waterways with their ospreys, eagles,

Herons, geese, ducks, their mirrored surfaces, murky

Greens and sunny glints

Are things I love here, and waking to the soft light

Through treetop windows while the song birds

Begin warming up.