wake up call

black tea with chai powder

multi-grain toast

with a hint of honey

ah, that is the way

to wake up a morning

blue-gray settles

smokey from wildfires and the haze of late summer

so a blue-gray settles from the air to our emotions

summit Mt. St. Helens

eight-year-old Adelaide
smiles atop the mountain
she had just conquered
proud father and grandfather
grinning at her
reveling in her grit and determination

WiGs during Festival of the Arts

 Writers in the  Grove astound me

with their generosity in listening

and encouraging other writers

Their four Wednesdays participating

in Forest Grove’s Festival of the Arts

this past summer teaching, sharing

showing their own work

setting up the Open Mic

laughing, gently suggesting

admitting when they do not know

helping to find solutions

being warm and accepting when

others are vulnerable in reaching out

Writers in the Grove is one amazing

group of gracious individuals

Thank you!

post-COVID

so tired after COVID

but blessed that that is the only

real sign or symptom remaining

what an intriguing virus

with many manifestations

some debilitating

for me, merely fatigue after doing

very little, but slowly i recover

so, “Look out, World!”

soften the blow

soften the blow

couch the criticism in suggestion

respect the integrity

let a child know he is loved

despite his falling short

let him grow on strong foundation

Page-Pritchard at Golden Valley

three generations of Pages

two of Pritchards, but those two

loving the interaction with Rob III’s

little curly-haired daughters

the extended family is spread out

across the nation and seldom able

to sit down together to dine and talk

renewing and extending the love

of cousins since childhood

Elsie

Grandma Elsie, slender, unassuming

with her quiet ways but wise

peeking eyes in sharp observation

and gentle, compassionate laugh

with those of us caught in human

shortcomings now within two years

of a century of living never luxurious

but always ready to help

loving legacy she knows in family

bonding and Harmon generosity

we do matter

Grayish again with long-traveled

smoke from fires in Canada,

Washington and California.

When will we learn that the Earth’s

systems are something our greed

can and does affect

to our great grief?

no complaints

i complain as the promised view

of meteor showers again

is smothered in summer haze

and smoke from distant wildfires

as though such deprivation of a sight

were as devastating as the loss

of farm, ranch buildings, homes

livestock and human life to those

again threatened in California

Washington, Colorado and my Oregon

pewter-gray sky

pewter-gray sky

with peculiar sheen but little brightness

heavy with darkened clouds thick

without puff or soft, curved margins

bringing rain soft and incessant

as though all the sky were doomed

to precipitation evermore

and no individual living being

would know again the glory of sunshine

roar

low roar of passengers scurrying

to individual gates to catch their train

huge roar of fear and panic at news

of sabotage of tracks

low roar of massed people

simply talking among themselves

huge roar of approval by fans

of world-class athletes performing

what seems humanly impossible

low roar of crowds finding food, shelter

huge roar of behind-the-scenes

work to provide

(im)patient

i am an impatient patient

but the threat of long COVID is enough

to keep me cowering in my home grateful not to be infecting anyone else

but stunned by how slowly i think

so, my writing has come nearly

to a halt and i am watching old movies

as though they were worth all that time

frightened

frightened when my arms

were too heavy to lift

and i could not raise my legs

up onto the bed with the rest of me

i could only think i ‘d had a stroke

but it was merely depleted potassium

from days of COVID

help from firefighters

and hospital rehydration plus

enormous potassium pills

and i’m home again

chipper, and ornery

welcome home

worn out but so grateful

to view a bit of central Europe

to laugh and enjoy the company

of three generations of loving family

together for a week in Germany

Austria and Hungary

Thank You, Lord

docked between two cities

docked between two cities

long separated by surging Danube

now vibrantly one joined by bridges

joyously lighted for Budapest’s

summer evening boat traffic

incredulity

best, perhaps, to take everything

you hear or read as fiction

until proven otherwise

like the tourist tale from the cathedral

with the organ pipes suspended

from the ceiling where it is said

that the organist dons repelling gear

and is hoisted up to play suspended

among the pipes

in suspension

walls centuries old and unable to stand

the added weight of the hundreds

upon hundreds of pipes of cathedral’s organ rendered the instrument mute

for the pipes must hang

and hang they do

suspended from the ceiling

ingenious solution but so high up

few of us even noticed

the suspension apparatus

river locks

the Viking boat built to fit just under

the river bridges and only wide enough

to come within inches of the walls

of the locks

we are in one now with rough cement

less than a foot from my window

and occasionally caressing gently

the bumper at the edge of the side

in some locks, we come alongside

another vessel, often another tourister

but once settled and gates adjusted

it startles me how quickly the volume

of water needed pours in, or in our case,

pours out and we ease downward

to the river level downstream

how efficient, how clever, how maximized have the engineers of lock

and boat made our stair-stepping

where once muscular men carried

their canoes around rapids and falls