a new year is near...

Spirit,
a New Year is near
there are water droplets in the trees
rain
and
yellow birds in the birdfeeders
and
cars splashing on the streets
some
trip
from
You,
eh! Spirit?
700 years?
Jazz
and
Bourbon Street
too?
But,
Spirit,
You and I are a lot alike
I
know

a far walk...

Wide walk
We cross the wide walk
In
Word & song

Wide smile

No rails & ropes
No time to guise

A far walk
On the long boulevards
Shoppes
&
Cafes
Spaghetti
&
Trays

A wide walk
Circles
&
Time
Winds
&
Chime

Time

Thin smile

A far walk
Like
Wide
Like
Time

writing...

Good morning, Spirit,

My

writing is very freeing to Me

I

try every morning

before

tea,

Spirit,

I use a red pen with black ink

a

small

pad

of

yellow-lined

paper

and out winks far walks and wide circles

like Time,

Spirit,

like Time

yes, Spirit,

We've got to keep what We've got

like

writing

every morning

of

far walks and wide circles

yes,

Spirit

the journey jazz for jean...

Spirit,
The journey gardens & rain
Moonlight & fro
Beaches
Canyons
Coasts & rum -
Jazz,
Spirit,
The journey jazz
Sun & storms
Seas
&
Mountains
&
She, Spirit, she
The flower... the flower

heart 2...

Spirit,
there will be readings tonight
at
The Chocolate Cafe
Heart,
Chi,
and
Mood
will be reading new poetry,
Spirit,
did you see the astounding lights last night?
and
Song
the wreathes and long red ribbons
on
the
streetlamps
and
trees?
Oh, Spirit,
Heart will be reading Her new poem:
The Muse The Sea The Heart
tonight
I'm told
if
You are disposed?

Merry Christmas...

so i stayed in california...

So I stayed in California,

Spirit,

taking joy

in

the Joshua Tree

Sequoias

Methuselahs

Picassos

Diegos & Fridas.

Isn't it wonderful,

Spirit,

to be in the company

of

such

Majesty

these Grand Trees?

Yes.

So stay in California,

Spirit, -

join me

for tea at the Vanilla Cafe

won't

You?

- -

We'll

celebrate!

ten rooms of tables and tea...

Spirit,

from

on the hill and the sea

We

walk

to La Paz

cantinas and bullfights

sand

beaches and little barrooms

stucco

and

rust

following the lavender moon there

sitting

You,

Spirit,

and

I

and then we walk again

to

the

Ten Rooms of Tables and Tea

You, Spirit, are eating toast;

would the World have been upside down

all of you?...

Hafiz,

Spirit,

God,

Jazz,

which one of You brought this snow this morning?

All of You?

Thank You,

it is quite Beautiful

Peaceful

really quite Lovely.

But in two hours I will have to go out and battle

using my shovels

but

thank You again,

all of You?

It is Magnificent

this

Snow

in the moonlight too watercolor...

melody...

Extraordinary orange,
Spirit,
the
sunlight
on the blinds
&
in the branches
like
a
sonata
a
cantata
a
fugue
like
a
melody,
Spirit,
like jazz!
in
the
moonlight
too

it's jazz...

Charlie Parker,
I saw a sunrise breeze
this
morning
a
purple
cloud
last night
It's jazz,
Hafiz,
It's jazz!
a glorious Willow at the riverside

You know

song 2 french crayon...

leonard cohen french crayon...

song 1 french crayon...

a painting i dreamed...

A painting I dreamed

Green trees

Chocolate mornings

candy gold wrapped & glistening

Purple waters

Ocean's beaches orange & peach

a

walk

on snow shores & sighs

with

you,

Spirit,

remembering Christmases

remembering her songs

the real poets...

The real poets are the troubadours
Boxcars & rumble seats
Guitars & djangos
The real poets speak up of Peace
Hemingway was a poet
Jim Morrison
Dalai Lama
Joan Baez
Dylan
Lennon
&
While those ridiculed and railed against them
& at the same time collected deferments from war
These poets
Did
Not
They sung up of Peace under heavy bombardment
Bravely - -
I do not pretend to be one of these real poets
I have not sung up of Peace nearly enough

i've been thinking...

I've been thinking

Of a cove in the Elizabeth Islands
A fire on the beach under a moon & a star
& a schooner anchored

&
How quiet it is listening to music
Especially piano
Turn out the stars
Bill Evans

Slow motion
The smells
The tears
I heard a lot about war last night