Sunday, February 28, 2010

28 February 2010

Well, today turns out to be a two post day. I wandered over to the window, with the sun down for the night, and was captured by the slow drip, drip, drip of the melting icicles.

Icicles melting
Slowly in still-frigid air…
Drop by drop they shrink.

28 February 2010

28 February 2010

An icicle hangs
From the gutter, glistening
In the setting sun.
28 February 2010

Thursday, February 25, 2010

26 February 2010

The stairs grow steeper
As I grow older. One day soon,
They will be too steep.

26 February 2010

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

25 February 2010

Night. A quiet room.
I sit alone, quietly,
Waiting for morning.

25 February 2010

24 February 2010

In late afternoon,
Gray skies, snow falling softly.
I could use a nap.
24 February 2010

Sunday, February 21, 2010

21 February 2010

I've been thinking a lot lately about getting older, about approaching retirement, about being (once again) in a commuting marriage...about hoping this one lasts...

I'm still on the road--
Three marriages, six jobs, and
Forty years later.

21 February 2010

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

17 February 2010




Dog sprawled on the floor,
Asleep in the winter sun.
Another good day.


17 February 2010

Thursday, February 11, 2010

11 February 2010

Bob Dylan sang tonight, live from the White House, and I felt transformed by the words and by the memories of a whole flood of words and sights and sounds..."there's a battle outside/And it is ragin'/It'll soon shake your windows/And rattle your walls/For the times they are a-changin'..." Forty-six years on, and that battle is still outside--and still inside me, and maybe inside all of us--and still raging.

Words from a distance…
In time, not space…and the times
Are changing again

11 February 2010

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

10 February 2010

I wake up this morning to about a foot of snow...

The sky is as white
As the branches of trees, which
Vanish from my sight.
10 February 2010

Friday, February 5, 2010

4 February 2010

As I turn 62...

Feeling very old
On my birthday. All my joints
Ache with winter’s cold.

4 February 2010

Monday, February 1, 2010

1 February 2010

Empty rooms, empty
Bed. My love is far away.
Her touch, days away.

1 February 2010