11/30

Again, I await the arrival of a friend

The arrival of a presence here. Not you, alas,

But nonetheless, good.

Tonight it is an old friend, reconnected joy,

Coming with the gift of compassion, wise and

Willing to listen.

Her being here, sharing this home, just a day

Or two is kindness that gives my heart respite,

A sweet perspective.

11/29

The horse I sit moves into the afternoon sun, grazing

Tall grass. A friend phones some business. I wait content

In warm light.

11/28

In the morning sun light, our friends, (she is yours, too)

Embraced me and in the coolness of the bright fall day

Left for home.

Left me here in this home, a quiet place where I will learn

To rest, learn to wait, open to what may come, knowing

Friends will help.

11/27

A year ago, a year ago I remember, Dear, how excited you were,

And I for you. I remember, every day, you. But your opening day deer?

Is not ready

11/26

An ordinary day, we woke, he brewed coffee, lunched,

She and I shopped, visited your museum, dined with friends,

An extraordinary day.

11/25

Why did I so feel the need to keep this tradition this year?

Why? We found it good to keep, rarely with many, but those few

Ever so dear.

In our souls, in our words, were you there, for the grace

Of our friends, I give thanks and it is true, we remember our loves

In our hearts

11/24

Briefly this friend and I speak, of being here longer,

Once would never have thought of staying but now can

Allow the possibility.

Neighbors, stop by, the sun shines warmly, dogs play.

We all walk mown pastures, shoot clays over stubble fields,

Help one another.

Through a day of beauty we move together, friends

Accompanying friends through all manners of passes,

Supporting each other.

11/23

Did clean and neaten our home for our friend and

You would ever so loved meeting his friend.

She is caring.

And for her good heart to come so far, leave her own,

Consent to travel with our friend, their kindness spent here,

I am thankful.

11/22

Early rise to walk along a river park, to paint cool waters,

Warm colors, happy in the moment, friends near to share

A morning's beauty.

11/21

Moving off into a quiet Sunday morning is special,

The roadways clear, easy, the day bright, sweet arriving

To friend's welcome.

A soft joy recognizing her home, admiring quiet spaces.

Hearing neighbors', shopping the mart, dining with friends,

Sleep deeply rested.

11/20

So often am stuck floating aimlessly, just get through the day.

Lost in the middle of where? Here, nowhere, no longer does life skim

Heart to mind

With the ease of innocence, simplicity of aims. I do know now

time was sweeter. Now wits mired in mud, feet lost in fog, find

Trusting me hard.

Time is needed to wend the way, find the compassed cause

Able to hold a soul steady. Now, perhaps, must satisfy to just

Hold fear better.

11/19

I will not say this day was not good, but it was filled.

Took another widowed one to the opening, she talked,

We all laughed.

11/18

Mark the time gone by, the evening warm enough to sit

Outside as the sun sets. A talisman of transition soothes

My lonely soul.

Mark the time, weeks no traveling done. Mark my own

Company can suffice, even preferred. If given in small steps

I am okay.

Mark the time, strive for the plausible, the hour, the day gained in

Increments of solace between the wide steppes. Too far forward

Looks too empty.

11/17

Week ago sat in the station as friends played their blues show,

Watching the fine play possible between couples. Ours is gone,

Glad theirs isn't.

11/16

In the midst of blues, of tentative steps approached,

Two events occur, and as so often happen, in their time,

Not really mine.

A friend calls talking of a spectrum wide of issues, says

My voice, I sound stronger, tells of those he loves, how to

Trash stuff, lol!

And I clean my palettes, set paints, bring up images stored

Since last winter, they have been frozen to my soul waiting,

Now to emerge.