winter's thoughts

i feel winter's shadow
sitting my shoulder
not as heavy
as in year's past

still
it's there
and yet
am almost pensive
at sun's slow return
to longer days

it seems
we should have
longer nights now
as winter's cold
moves into our bones

full wolf moon....

Full Wolf Moon--
so named by the Native Peoples
of the northeast for the howling done
by hungry wolves in
dead winter.

dead winter
why consider winter
to be dead?
cold holds
the earth
cold surrounds
my home
cold permeates
my studio

i dress in layers
undershirts
turtlenecks
sweatshirts
socks on toes
that hope not be
chilled

i walk the garden

crunching snow
scooping the dogs' gifts"
glancing at
the brown skeletal
remains of

last year's growth

and as i wander
i sense the quiet
the peace that comes
within this resting season
knowing
that unseen forces play
below
cells divide slowly
waiting for the warmth
knowing they are alive
simply waiting
knowing the cold is
but a passing thing

sunday sun a day.....

two weeks into this new year
two weeks
two odd weeks
for myself and
others that i know

weird happenstances
a certain degree of
chaos
containable
but still
chaos all the same

sunday morning's almost done
saturday was spent
not on the computer as planned
but cleaning this home
stripping the bed
washing drying folding
seeking to find order amid the chaos

this moment now
a chicken roasts
with glaze of red wine, honey, brown mustard
and red rasberry jam
surrounded by carrots, onion and potatoes
cats sleep
dogs wander
and my day waits to continue

friday had a special treat
went over to my niece tasha's
to bring cameron to school
dylan, the almost two year old was prancing around
clad in blue and white striped pj's,
with red elmo slippers on his feet
he was corralled
plunked in high chair
for his morning repast
so sweet.....

the garden this morning

the garden this morning

white black brown

with flashes of red

cardinals

dashing round

dogs black blurs

sunday morning's almost all

slow start to this day
slow start to this week
i won't be raking
leaves this sunday
won't be wandering
round this day

won't be savoring
the last rose
of summer

my cup of tea and i
will simply sit
and be

monday was
productive
paperwork-productive
almost like september with
anticipation of the first day of school

printed out
my envelopes for each month's
receipts
updated the studio production files
for this new year
paid, again,
for my website's domain name
am still looking for the program disc
to be able to work on the site again
this computer crashed last year
younger son, jason, fixed this one
only
all the site files and the program
disappeared as well...
with day to day happenings
the website became
one of those
"i'll take care of it tomorrow" projects
only i never
decided when tomorrow was to be

with this new year.....
tomorrow will happen
and happen sooner than before

meanwhile,
in moments between
my head
and my thoughts
will go to the garden bench
desiring to move the leaves
aside
to sit
to think
to be
and
just
be

thoughts

one can't do much in a winter's garden...
only pick up the odds and ends
neaten up the place so to say
wander around
examine the bare bones
and, while doing that
wander back into memories
rocking chair sits at back garden's edge
one from north carolina
a "porch rocker" held my older son and me
when he was small babe in arms

years gone by
more years than i wish to count
chair shows its age
as i must show mine....

early janus

one can't do too much in a winter's garden...
only pick up the odds and ends
neaten up the place so to say

wander around
examine the bare bones
and, while doing that
wander back into memories

this rocking chair's from north carolina
a porch rocker
was one used when my older son was
a baby...,, memories