12/31

I breath believe the colors of a  day 
stay in the heart to impart fair care to 
those near, dear. 

12/24

No choice, only to hold this dear soul,
Arlo ever happy to see me,
On to you, Dear.

I am just unbelievably undone.

12/12

My Cooper is gone.
As unexpected as were you, Dear.
Gray, cold, beach.

11/8

I come to the evening 
Looking for solace in watching 
The sun set in the blaze 
Of skies darkening. 

Looking for solace in watching
The ensuing drama of color
Of skies darkening,
An attempt to keep life’s order. 

The ensuing drama of color,
Allowing beauty to convey,
An attempt to keep life’s order. 
But for part of each day

Allowing beauty to convey,
The sun set in the blaze. 
But for part of each day
I come to the evening. 

10/30

Walked the slanting shadowed beach 
Chatting with a friend, then
Home to sunset. 

Geese squabble over head,
Wings whirring, silhouettes against
Rose darkening skies

I listen to the splash of river landings,
The cacophony of meetings, seated
On your bench. 

This has been a difficult week
And our dogs are getting old, 
I remind myself

The day is coming closer
I know, for hard decisions, meanwhile 
Sky is amazing. 

10/26

A simple answer I sought:
how unrequited must love be,
to be considered caught
in such hurt it drags the psyche 
undeservedly distraught?

Is it when with each moment I yearn,
pathetically through the day,
a gnawing, niggling burn,
pain of parting in everyway,
a wounded heart I should spurn?

Or, past the pathetic, culpable bliss
of wallowing in the reprimand, 
would it count that what I miss
Is more the moment than the man
More the idea, than the kiss?

9/11

So this morning I asks the powers that be 
For a little equilibrium. The 8 ball says: 
'Try again later'. 

-----

Then, dogs, barking furiously, excitedly as only 
When someone is actually at the door. 
After all everyone 

Comes expressly to see them. Two men, dress shirts, ties. 
I slide by dogs, out door. what can I
Do for you?

You do live way out!
Yes. what can I
Do for you. 

You know, everyone at times in their lives
Need comfort. Where do you look? 
We know of....

Get to the point. I'm busy. 

....Ah, um, oh!
Pulls a watchtower out of a folder.
Nope, not today. 

----

Ask a different question: 
Are the gods amused?
Without a doubt. 

8/28

For too long, corn stands rose too tall, 
too enclosing, smalling my surroundings 
into soft fears.

Only, now the embrace of their tall shadows 
give a calm comfort as might the arms of 
a new lover.

So, standing under deepening aqua skies, 
by the quiet rustle of this phalanx of 
green limbed sentinels,

I accept the affection I am given, friends, 
others, hold it close as a gift and 
bid it welcome.

8/21

It's four in the morning, 
the moon is long gone.
Wrapped in an old robe,
I’m waiting for meteors.
They streak over in pauses, 
like slow uneven breathing.   

A few lone lights steady along.
Who flies at this hour?

A good breeze rustles 
high in corn stalks,
much taller than you.
Was a time I believed only 
such a strong wind could breath 
air back into my lungs, as if

I'd forgotten how.
That’s not really true.

The milky way shimmers, 
As a cat nudges my ankles, 
A soft ghostly touch, 
I do not assume it is so.
And anticipating these showers, 
That’s not really what woke me 

4/26 Tuesday

The western skies are working 
On a strong storm this night, clouds purple, 
Winds pick up.

And, I raise a glass to you, my Dear, on
This evening, knowing the day is soon 
I'll be older

Than ever you were. But not now. Now, 
Geese above, dogs underfoot, and dusk colors the 
Soul slightly melancholy.

And another writer's words linger: just
Come back, you've been gone long enough,
Just come back.

And another voice sings of the speed
Of the sound of loneliness and always, ever, 
I miss you.

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.