10/23

The winter wheat is in, greening fields 

To peridot and through the cloud fluffed skies of

Azure peaches rose

In them Lift the first swirling murmurations 

Of small migratory birds lifting on whirring

Wings over me

Sunset 6:21

10/20

A friend’s birthday, an anniversary sooner left alone.

Now a celebration here where we lived and loved

And were happy

A day spent sitting sidewise to the merriment. fine.

Listening to the cheery voices and knowing the wonder

that was happening.

May they be ever happy, as we were, for longer.

May they always be there for each other.

May they love.

10/18

Sometimes I think you would just shake your head,

WTF am I doing. The tent in the arena is not an indoor. 

A wedding here?

10/16

Timing off, left our dogs when I shouldn’t and now,

Now, now one is in a clinic far from home being treated.

Now’s not easy.

10/15

In a fine old home now a museum I help my friend 

Hang her show and talk hunting with the curator.

I miss hounds

10/12

Another opening for a sweet small show nearby. 

Glad to be with friends who sell at least a little. 

Me? no. 

10/11

The sun has set leaving a quiet sky banded 

Azure rose purple. Leaves are falling settling 

Backgrounds dusty grays.

It is coming on time for flights of geese

To hover, to squabble over choice rests,

Ever chattering together. 

Farm machinery hum distantly, birds chirp

Beginning to flock in swirls murmurations, as

I miss you. 

10/10

What do I know? Not much. Know I am tired,

Feel overwhelmed often, tired of doing it alone

without my partner.

Yet can't say would welcome another partner. 

There is still so much being one requires, more?

Too much work. 

Who knows? Not I. Meanwhile slowly learn

The north star keeps steady not from others but from in itself.

Miss my partner

10/7

How good to have friends come while I work the gallery.

How good painting Joe’s beautiful vegetables, others enjoyed

Seeing, how nice.

10/5

Last weekend our friends and I placed our show in the gallery

This evening was the opening. A fair crowd came.

Sales were made.

But I felt the presence you were, welcoming and offering to all

Libation and good words. I miss you saving Karen a beer.

I missed you.

10/4

Twenty five years ago we were wed. 
Expected to wake this day, together, in a special place, 
Arms wrapped round. 

Interesting that having been slapped hard by it, 
There is not now such fear of death, nor do I court it.
Life is special.

Perhaps, that is the special of this unimaginable
Anniversary for which the only silver given is
In my hair.

9/26

Pink sky this evening with an ember sun,
Corn is down and fields replanted 
In winter wheat. 

Have spent the last few days framing,
Packing, doing last minute things to two years 
worth of paintings. 

The car is full, in two days will be off, again,
This time to fill the front galleries
with my work.

9/24

In this is the hour of rockwell's light
Slanting golden across the tree tops,
There I look

Past the colors deepening into perfect,
Feeling the hint of chill that echoes ever
The soul's sadness.

No longer overwhelming, only a constant 
Tinge of sorrow, deeply rooted, haunting as
The cry of geese. 

9/23

WWT, because need time to wonder wtf happened.
To wonder what ever is next, wonder will that happen,
And wonder how?

To wonder who ever will believe in me, wonder on beauty, 
Wonder on good and colors and where to go. Still in
Widow Wondering Time

9/22

I sit your bench as the sun slips down, red gold
Perfectly framed by my tree, brilliant hues
For beautiful memory.