Small Stone: January 13, 2013

My poetry group spent the weekend discussing,

debating and luxuriating in poetry. The wonderful Koda,

never left the center of the circle, observing,

occasionally nudging for attention

and certain at all times that he is part of the group.

Small Stone: January 12, 2013

Sunset, highlighting the icy clouds

streaming down from the Gulf of Alaska.

It is so seldom cold here that we treat it

like a gift. May have frost nearby tonight.

But, it is not a gift for the animals and people

who do not have warm shelter in this City

of Saint Francis.

Small Stone: January 11, 2013

A chilled afternoon walk to my local market.

Pondering how much I want to carry back up

the small hill to my house. Kind of lethargic and unsure:

create a good meal, or zap something in the microwave. 

Absolutely sure, though, that my “stone”

for today is going to be gray.

And, then I  am confronted

by the flower vendor changing 

Winter to Spring.

Small Stone: January 10, 2013

This morning in front of the discount fish market

on diverse Mission Street:

Fitfully sleeping on the bus-stop bench,

as usual ─ the grizzled old man existing

in the last, probably hopeless,

stages of an alcoholic reality.

Nearby, two beautifully groomed ladies,

perhaps near the same age

hand out Spanish-language Watchtower

magazines: offering their great hope

for eternity.

A photo of today would have been invasive

and inappropriate. Thought I would cast my

eyes upward with this older photo.

Small Stone: January 9, 2013

Dragon slayer. The artist turned

the idea up side down…

the marching dragon

has the saber!

This is a wonderful fence around

our local playground designed by

my friend, Michael Bartalos.

Small Stone: January 8, 2013

Out with the old,

though so recently new.

I made no resolution

to make such change.

Today: seems inevitable.

Small Stone: January 7, 2013

Astonishingly gray day,

not a hint of sun, light diffused.

Against the sky, the many shades

of a winter’s green, enhanced.