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Showing posts with label Saturday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Saturday. Show all posts

Saturday, March 6, 2021

Observation - March 6th, 2021, Saturday

The sky is powder blue

 

The sun, unnaturally bright

 

A silver disk of light

 

Melting the few remaining patches of dirty snow

 

There is a buzz in the air

 

And birdsong

 

The feeling of spring, and joy

 

At its early return.




Saturday, February 6, 2021

Observation - February 6th, 2021, Saturday

It is cold outside, but the sun is shining

 

The sky is striped, blue and white

 

I can feel the cold coming, seeping through the windows

 

The sun’s light through wavey glass

 

Snow clings to the limbs of my tree

 

Each flake a tiny prism from which the sun light leaps

 

And there is hope, today in America…there is hope




Saturday, December 5, 2020

Observation - December 5th, 2020, Saturday

The floorboards are creaking above me

A reminder that I do not really live alone

 

Kitty is curled up in a ball on the couch

I hear the deep rumble of engine outside

 

Small branches swaying in the light breeze

Dark slender finger, against the pale sky

 

There is laughter somewhere down the block

People are walking outside, riding bikes

 

There is no snow on the ground, no ice

It is warm for Minneapolis in December




Saturday, September 5, 2020

Observation - September 5th, 2020, Saturday


The long September sunlight reflects off the sandstone and red brick of the building across the street, filtering back through the green leaves of the maple outside my window.

The window is open; there is traffic on Bryant and a rhythm to the sound of tires on pavement, as car after car rolls by; Kitty is sleeping on the ledge by the sill, curled up on her side.

I see patches of blue sky through the limbs of the tree.

The air in the apartment is cool.

There scent of cinnamon and cloves lingers in the air, I made eggrolls.


Sunday, July 5, 2020

Observation - July 5th, 2020, Saturday


It is late in the afternoon

In the condo all the shades are drawn down

The unwelcome sun is beating

Hard on the bricks and brownstone

The air conditioner fills the empty space

Cool air and ambient noise

Kitty is curled up and sleeping

Saturday, November 3, 2018

Observation - November 3rd, 2018, Saturday


Observation

It is the 6th hour of the third day of the eleventh month
There is traffic on the street in the cool November dark
It will be brighter at this hour tomorrow, saving daylight
My kitty does not read a clock, she has one inside her
Tick-tocking with the rapid beat of her kitten’s heart
She is curled up on the couch and I listen to her breathing

Saturday, March 3, 2018

Observation - March 3rd, 2018, Saturday


My tawny-tabby kitty is talking to me
Short little bursts of sound like a baby mumbling
Crying
It is quiet in the house
Otherwise, still
She thinks it is past the time
For everyone to be up
Moving about
She cannot read the clock
She does not know it is Saturday

Saturday, February 3, 2018

Observation - February 3rd, 2018, Saturday

Observation


It is dark in the room
The lamp by my desk has gone out
I am writing, typing
In the glow of the computer screen
Backlit by another lamp
On the end-table by the couch
Behind me, the talk from the TV
Contains shades of treason
The orange-man has pulled
The curtain from its rungs
He meant to cover his naked ambitions
He revealed the fragile
Crumbling facade of America
Plutocracy, we are governed by Hades
Lord of the underworld
And his host of kleptocrats
Thieves like orange-rats
Scurrying for crumbs
My cat sits on her blue chair
She is bored of her string
I can hear her breathing, soft purring
She would make short work of them
The neighbor’s door opens
Across the hall
Someone exists
A car starts in the cold, outside
A plane flies overhead
To the airport, landing
The city is full of revelers

Tomorrow is the Super Bowl

Saturday, December 2, 2017

Observation, December 2nd, 2017, Saturday

It is noisy at the airport at 6:00 am
The plane to New York promises to be full
The smell of perfume is think in the waiting area
I am sitting next to a Buddhist, wearing the saffron and ochre robes
Of Gottama, of the philosopher, of St. Katherine
The crowd in the terminal are speaking in tongues
In the tongues of humankind, though undoubtedly
There are angels among us, a one-armed man walks past me
There is a ball of fire climbing over the horizon
Casting light on the moon in its fullness
There is a buzz of activity beyond the window
Flickering orange and red, and green

I am waiting patiently to take flight

Saturday, September 2, 2017

Observation - September 2nd, 2017

Observation

It is cool in the house
The cool of early September, it will give way
To warmth in the day, then dissipate

There is ragweed in the air
The pollen is scratching my throat
Raking my sinuses, my head is pounding

The phlox outside my kitchen window
Bears the softest tone, a shade of matted fuchsia  
Rising against the cedar fence

My cat is sleeping on her blanket
Her tawny gray head resting on her soft white paw

The streets are quiet 

Saturday, October 1, 2016

October 1st, 2016, Saturday

Observation

It is noon, the autumn sun is bright,

And silver.

My cat is sitting on her blanket in the window;

Soaking the soft light into her soft tawny fur.

The news talkers are chattering as I type;

Trump, trumpet, strumpet, hype.

I am tired; from three weeks straight of working.

My sweetheart is in the garden; weeding.


I hear her talking with neighbors as they stroll by.