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A problem day saved by creativity, a useful model found
Off the streets, welcomed as much for good nature as
Capacity for stillness.
If I get nothing more out of this time than
To keep my brush clean, colors clean and brushwork
Definitive, its good.
Amidst well laid plans things can go amiss
And from that serendipity emerge, as today
In this workshop.
A better demo resulted and we all learned more.
And this group has been fun to be with, not necessary,
but certainly appreciated.
Up early to drive to another workshop
Closer and I like the fellow’s work,
Loose and luscious.
A neighbor remarks we are here at G-d’s amusement.
Bred his ewes to lamb well after the snows - two dozen
born last night.
Tonight is a as close to perfect a winter night
Can be here. Soft fat snow on a quiet evening
Prettily ladens all.
How do I feel now, living alone? Grateful
For my animals, my friends but being alone
Isn’t so easy
Yet also not as hard as it was, I miss you, always.
It is not what I have any longer, what is is, yesterday,
Tomorrow and now.
With you days would fly, fully, completely by only you and me,
With nary a glance, concern, of what was happening
Beyond our sphere.
Without you, I have had days, months years, too long
Without support, caring, gnawing through my soul
Beyond my hope.
In the long cold of these past several weeks, I’ve come
Perhaps, to a place, recognizing, accepting, a change into
My own sphere.
While confirming plans for a later date,
A friend allowed if those fell through, she’d come here.
Its been awhile.
How long she asked? And I thought, the painting bunch?
Maybe last spring. Really? Really. Company rarely is
my reality now.
I know it is up to me to put in the effort, invite, arrange.
Mostly, though, it only proves, what I already know, how
Alone I am.
The zero turn, the old tractor, have had their yearly check-ups.
Good to go another year. Duty, and convenience, combined
This is good.
Decisions, they appear and I need assess their importance.
What is serious, what not so. The door today, if I sell soon?
To much money,
But not if I stay any time. This house is worthy of upkeep
I am caretaker and, for now, it is mine. Mine to enjoy and
Mine the responsibility....
As I learn not all decisions are equal.
Dear I am doing the yard work. It needs doing and
Needs renaming. I need the exercise, would rather not
Pay for gym,
Or yardworker. Doing this work? I will say doing this
Gives me some satisfaction on both counts, if
Not much joy.
A mulling about day, doing painting, doing chores,
Not going very far. I have to admit, a day close to
How we’d spend.
Except, of course, you are not here and where ever
You are, I can not be. All I can do is hold you here
Within my heart.
After a sullen-hued morning, highlighting
Only mud, it did start to snow, finally blanketing
Everything with splendor.
Baked bread for a dinner tonight,
Broke bread with a slew of friends, couples
All, friends also.