we have breakfast...

Cold
- - snow
I look down into the bowl
Grapes 2 strawberries a pear an apple
You rustle down the stairs
Into
The
Cold
- - snow;
We have breakfast

daisy dog and gary acrylic by pat fry...

sketch...

miles acrylic...

in this miles morning blue...

In this Miles morning blue
Brass
A painting
A song
Jazz
On the old Hemingway typewriter
Crisp
More blue & sea & white beards
Chestnut wisps covering a hazel smile
Olive
&
Turquoise
&
Rouge
Glistening
- -
Brazilian

sketch...

almost 7 - 9 haiku...

Almost 7 -
Commuter train whistles
& cawing crows

Almost 7 -
The winter fly
rolls over & goes back to sleep

Almost 7
the coffee is finished making -
Commuters on the street thump

Almost 7 -
Butter
&
tea
&
aplomb

Almost 7 -
The sun's
in the yard next door

Almost 7 -
Thelonious Sphere Monk
rests

Almost 7 -
51 degrees
in the forecast

Almost 7 -
Bacon & eggs
&
jazz

Almost 7 -
The far train track
home

Paws

thelonious sphere monk...

petals -
falling colors
a tangle

maybe less...

The sound of my voice
Just now
I thought
I would write that
Half as much is enough
Maybe less
No breath in the trees
It's cold
There is heat in the registers though
&
Color on the postcard on the table
Swatches of ice fishing barracks
In
A
Line
Red
Yellow
Purple
Reminiscent of training companies at Fort Dix, NJ in the 1960s
Below the tree line
- -
Below the blue heaven

poetry is a sigh...

Poetry is a sigh
It is a palace
A place on the hill
Near the sea
Poetry is two hundred years old
&
Older
&
It sighs in that place on the hill
On a world
Sometimes
Rough
Tough
Trying
Crying
It
Sighs
&
Breathes
In a palace by the stars the moon the morning the meadow-sea
- -
A Vivaldi Pastorella

another 'winter fly' for the jacks...

the winter fly is tapping
in tap shoes
Ray Bolger gave him

in the old peach house by kimberly ashby...

sound of the SaX
working man
singing man
swinging man
in the old peach house
painting songs
the sun shall set
&
the sun shall rise
&
rise
Over the bay
r
i
s
e
learning to dance
and
painting songs

saturday morning...

A sprinkle of sunlight on the snow
No
The security light on the building across the street
Is sunrise
Motionless icicles bar the front room window
The security light is sunrise
&
There is rain in the forecast

my 'new' winter fly series hommage to jack kerouac...

the winter fly
dazzles in my kitchen sink -
a snowplow goes by

the winter fly
buzzes -
eyeing the snow shovel

the winter fly
scrambles
for the 5 day forecast
- - & scumbles
- - the snow laden firebush

the winter fly
peers out at the driving snow
& opts for iTunes

the winder fly
is
watching the weather channel

in my rearview mirror -
the winter fly
goes with me to pick up the pizza

in the snow -
the winter fly
watches for the mailman

in the humdrum -
the winter fly
peruses

after looking out
at rain & impending sleet -
the winter fly has pretty much decided to go into seclusion
- - & not smile much

after hearing
snow in the forecast for Sat Tues & Wed -
the winter fly immediately went into seclusion
- - not smiling much

miles...

Miles
On a snowy afternoon
Everything
Glad, Man...
Blocks blocks
Ride the mute the quiet cymbal
The bass walks
Pick it up you tenor Mad Hatter horn!
Rest! Miles! Rest!...
Now!
Inside the park, Trumpet Man!
- -
Slide into home