today

a bull was on the run in Queens today
having escaped the slaughterhouse
chased around the neighbourhood
escaped and being chased

making a break for it
one last run around
on the run in Queens today
sometimes you just have to go for it
and go out blazing

Rx

• ginger tea
• honey
• tea tea tea
• water
• tissues LOTS of tissues
• cuddle time with the small sir swaddled under the mustard blanket
• fevered dreaming about planting potatoes
• knowing that in the scheme of things, these are small potatoes

in this light...

i can read without turning the overhead on

i see puddles on the street where in past years snow would have been

patches of lawn are visible...in some spaces brown...others green

news of the world is kind of surreal...unreal...fake?...or maybe just weird

things are both bright and muted...a little friendly duelling duo

in this light the days are getting longer

and maybe what we need right now

is a little more lightness

a little more brightness

a little more light

happy hour

the sky is awash with bellinis right now
pink
peach
pastel dreams

V day

cherry day
cinnamon day
gala apple day
radish day
blushed cheek day
stop sign day
tomato purée day
pileated woodpecker crest day
red flag day
beating hearts day
V day

urban feathering

magpie on Jasper
pigeons high above 101st
woodpeckers in Gold Bar
cosmopolitans perched
pecking
in flight

quiet now

end of its cycle
but minutes ago it was churning
sloshing washing watery splashes
on all sides
rhythmically doing the work
of many busy hands
glasses
cups
plates
cutlery
and now silence
except for the hum
drying the washing away

lumening

just a little bit each day
each day a little longer
each day a little brighter

sometimes
in the scheme of things
getting lost in busyness
getting lost in schemes
it's easy to lose sight
of the bigger picture
easy to lose sight and to lessen the hold
on all that is bright
and possible for tomorrow

so for now
at nearly 5 thirty on what was a sunny Sunday
i take comfort knowing that each day
the days are a little longer
that we're moving (however incrementally)
in the direction of light

bombycilla

on the tip top branches
of a cone laden spruce
yellow breasts in sun
a small museum of waxwings
softening the edges
feathering the dark
and then they flew away

meet you
meet you in the museum

February begins...

...on a quiet Wednesday afternoon
quiet except for the pileated Woodpecker
pecking away at the trunk of the poplar
persistent
rhythmic
crimson
a flash of red in winter
getting the job done