November 7th, 2021, Monday
Observation
The news talkers are talking
Piqued with foreboding
The anticipation of disaster...tomorrow
The reality of today
Worry is present suffering
A down payment on tomorrow's doom
The sky is light blue
The street is quiet outside my window
The squirrel in the maple
Preparing for winter
The long sleep with spring to come
October 7th, 2022, Friday
Observation
It is dark in the morning
Cold in the apartment
Quiet
The radiators are silent
The street has yet to stir
The sparrows and the squirrels are all sleeping
Still
December 7th, 2022, Wednesday
Observation
The neighbor is making noise
Groan and moans come through the walls
Yelling on the phone...demanding
...a real person to talk to
January 7th, 2023, Saturday
Observation
Cold, the furnace went out
Eighteen degrees outside in the city
The morning sun is pale in a silver sky
My fingers are stiff...not from typing
Noise from the space-heater covers everything
Pushing cold air through hot coils...
Electricity
The water kettle boils
A sharp whistle piercing the room
The promise of something warm to hold
Sipping hot coffee in the gloom
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The Skein of Days
Poetrypoetic reflections from direct observations and immediate impressions of the world
