2/18

a day of mermaids wringing their hair,

sheets of water falling everywhere  

muddy poodles rollicking and frolicking, 

soaking wet, exuberance to spare.

2/16

quiet fogs, call them shadow dreaming, 
visions falling into voids, leaving
time waxing through beauty coupled with rue.  
thousand essential moments, grieving

2/14

sleep, crisply cool sheets, cats snuggled, too  
dream, aways evolving, deja vu
wake, a pearly gray softly raining day
remember, once you warmed me, adieu

1/31

A glimpse
Out the window,
Sliver of a gift,
Only five minutes.

Out the window,
White, black charcoal,
Only five minutes,
On gray toned paper.

White, black charcoal,
Dusty fingers moving
On gray toned paper,
A sweet, silvered moon.

Dusty fingers moving,
Sliver of a gift.
A sweet, silvered moon, 
A glimpse.

1/6/17

For seven years I have slept without you
With  the memory of you
By my side.

And here on this night I sleep
without our dogs, With now only the
memory of them

They two are gone and I am empty,
Memory of all lost, you, them, dear
In my heart.

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.