a river of stones-Jan 31

one observation

often leads to another

a river of stones-Jan 30

my grandmother's old recipe --

remembering the sounds

of her kitchen

a river of stones-Jan 29

hiding from her suitors--
the old gray cat

a river of stones-Jan 28

the snow settles

on the tree branches

like a Bob Ross landscape

*Bob Ross was the host of PBS show - "The Joy of Painting" - 1983-1994

a river of stones-Jan 27

in the snow-filled parking lot

the sound of flagpole ropes bang

if I close my eyes tightly enough

I can hear the harbor

on a bright summer day 

a river of stones-Jan 26

within the woods

the sound of the snowstorm

like distant applause

a river of stones-Jan 25

after the snowfall

the white birch tree's bark

has lost its stripes

a river of stones-Jan 24

waking ....

to the warmth of the gentle hissing radiator;

to the sun's stained glass rainbow;

and to the comforting sounds of the Beatles

drifting from the clock radio...

does not diminish the fact that --

it's Monday

a river of stones-Jan 23

they congregate

on the rooftops

heads raised in silent adoration ---

the satellite dishes

a river of stones-Jan 22

after a week of illness

even the chocolate pudding

has no taste

a river of stones-Jan 21

glancing through each Christmas card

as I finally take them down;

this will be the last year

that she signs his name

a river of stones-Jan 20

on the day that would have been

her 62nd birthday,

the sun rises over the horizon

turning the icicles red

a river of stones-Jan 19

lining the roof of the apartment

the pigeons roost,

like gargoyles,
swelling their feathers 

against the cold

a river of stones-Jan 18

with fever raging

I climb under the covers

and snuggle to the warm spots

where the cats had lain

a river of stones-Jan 17

how often we take for granted

how well we feel...

until we don't

a river of stones-Jan 16

the seagull
stands along the break in the ice
eyeing its dinner

a river of stones-Jan 15

the river ice

reflects the snow 

piled atop the empty rack
of racing shell boats

a river of stones-Jan 14

the red cherry

at the bottom of the glass

bounces

to the beat

from the dance floor

a river of stones-Jan 13

looking up at the city sky

muted azure blue by the night

I wonder

if there are stars that lay beyond its ceiling

a river of stones-Jan 12

in the blinding snow
the empty birdfeeder
swings

a river of stones-Jan 11

With the email

about his passing,

I think about my own social footprint

that would be silenced.

a river of stones-Jan 10

There are:
rule enforcers
rule followers
rule breakers.
The only ones
not in this airport 

are the rule makers.

a river of stones-Jan 9

setting out birdseed 

and cat food
after the storm...
to keep the balance

a river of stones-Jan 8

new snow

washes over the old,

like the foam from a wave

that washes clean

our foot prints

a river of stones-Jan 7

after the snowfall

the cherry blossom trees are all white

even the pink ones

a river of stones-Jan 6

the bayberry candle

still unlit, Christmas,

after Christmas,

after Christmas

a river of stones-Jan 5

the freeze-dried rose bud --

unaware that Indian summer

was only temporary

a river of stones-Jan 4

saving the parking space

between snow banks--

the lawn chair

a river of stones-Jan 3

after one week
the 90-day water filter
smells like mildew

a river of stones-Jan 2

steaming radiator--

the smell of spilled beer

rises from your scarf

a river of stones-Jan 1

the melting snow
warps
the kittens'
cardboard shelter