January 8th, 2023, Sunday
Observation
The maple's north face is covered in snow
Outside my window, bare branches like
Twisted fingers in the freezing cold
February 8th, 2023, Wednesday
Observation
Ambulance pulling up across the street
Lights and sirens...beep...beep
Window shades tinted with blue and red
A gurney clatters for the dead
March 8th, 2023, Wednesday
Observation
The sky is a dirty gray
Fine wet snow falling as a mist
A single brown leaf
Clings to the maple
Outside my window
Stubborn little thing
Wavering in the breeze
April 8th, 2023
Observation
bright sun and birdsong
the filtered light of dingy windows
engines humming down the street
humans walking dogs
conversation and laughter
May 8th, Sunday, 2023
Observation
There is birdsong in the bright morning
The beep...beep...beep of warning
There are trucks backing up and the
Heavy-thudding-rattle of tracked vehicles
Rolling over soft earth
There a thousand shades of green unfurling
The new leaves of maples...oaks and elms
There is birdsong
June 8th, 2023, Thursday
Observation
The day is bright, but filled with dust
Bulldozers outside my window grading the gravel
...beep beep beep, the sound of their alarms
July 8th, 2023, Saturday
Observation
It is quiet... there is the soft sound of air moving through a fan, and the quiet hum of its motor...turning.
Above that I hear a choir of monks singing the liturgy of the hours, it is nine o'clock in the morning and the hour is Terce.
The coffee in my cup is warm, and there is a coal burning in the ashtray, smoke drifting from the burning end of a marijuana cigarette...commercial grade.
There is woodpecker knocking on a tree, the sound comes through the window with the cool summer morning.
August 8th, 2023, Tuesday
Observation
The fans blow white noise
Still sleepy after waking
The scent of coffee
drifting in the soft air flow
My head feels stuffed with cottonA
September 8th, 2023, Friday
Observation
A horn blaring
A jet passing overhead
on its way to a landing
The whine of turbines
slowing
Rolling rubber on new asphalt
The quiet of an electric car
October 8th, 2023, Sunday
Observation
the sun is shing
leaves are falling
there is a chill in the air
it is cold in the apartment,
though the windows are closed
I have not yet
lit the furnace
November 8th, 2023, Wednesday
Observation
The back door to the building closes
sharply at 5:30 in the morning, now
there is a new tenant in the building
December 8th, 2023, Friday
Observation
it is warm outside
for December
the air is dry
in the apartment
there is a jet overhead
I can hear its descent
engines roaring
on the way to its landing
there is laughter
on the sidewalk
women laughing
the first-full day
of Hanukkah
YOU ARE READING
The Skein of Days
Poetrypoetic reflections from direct observations and immediate impressions of the world
