31 March 2017

It's nearly midnight;
The rain has ended at last,
But I'm still awake.

31 March 2017

29 March 2017

Listening to Getz
Playing Gillespie with soul
And I feel at peace.

29 March 2017
("Con Alma," from the album Sweet Rain."
"Con alma" is "with soul," in Spanish)

28 March 2017

Just a year ago,
Caught in the evening light,
An orchid in bloom.

28 March 2017

 



27 March 2017

Seeing the dog sleep,
Across the room, tightly curled--
And I'm off to bed.

27 March 2017

26 March 2017

Stacks of books in reach,
Too worn out even to care...
And so the stacks grow.

26 March 2017

20 March 2017

Quiet afternoon,
Then an explosive outburst...
A sudden hailstorm.

20 March 2017
(Photo taken today, about 4:30 PM)

 



19 March 2017

I remember them,
From years past, as they were then.
And now, they're dying.

19 March 2017

17 March 2017

Can I remember
Who I was then, what I felt?
Sometimes...sometimes, not.

17 March 2017

15 March 2017

Just moving around
Has become more difficult
As I've grown older.

15 March 2017

14 March 2017

And winter returns...
A bit of snow, bitter cold...
Glad to stay inside.

14 March 2017

13 March 2017

Waking this morning
With snow in the air, falling
On the budding trees.

13 March 2017

12 March 2017

Looking at pictures
From years past, remembering
Those times and places.

12 March 2017

11 March 2017

Squirrels leaping from
Ground to tree, from branch to branch,
Playing in the sun.

11 March 2017

8 March 2017

The forsythia
Have just begun to blossom...
Harbingers of spring.

8 March 2017

7 March 2017

The gray morning--gone.
Sunshine, and white clouds drifting,
Slowly, overhead.

7 March 2017

5 March 2017

Reading newspapers,
Watching  the Sunday talk shows--
The world's gone crazy.

5 March 2017

4 March 2017

Trying not to wonder
What comes next, but to find peace
In our private life.

4 March 2017

2 March 2017

Walking carefully,
Each step an adventure now,
As my knees protest.

2 March 2017