Tip-toe through the daisies

It’s cold here.

So then, I close my eyes

and I imagine things.

I imagine that I

can tip-toe through the daisies

which lie buried under deep snow

I imagine them bloom, and-

then I imagine them grow

into a sea

of devastation

a sea of utter raw beauty-

you would agree,

if you could just, only close your eyes

and tip-toe through the daisies-

C’mon old man winter,

I am ready for you to stop following me.

I am ready for a sea full of daisies

and the beauty they may bring

a rarity called


Winter Trees

Old Goache painting on illustration board

Winter Trees-E.H.Cato 1997

I’ve been thinking about making more art again lately. It always seems to make me feel guilty, when i am not making any-as if creating art was like feeding the family pet goldfish-and i keep forgetting and that poor little fish is going to give up and drop dead-die soon. All because I cannot remember to feed him. That is how i feel about my artwork or lack there of, as if its this poor starving creature depending on me for its survival. How can an Artist truly say, that there are more important things to do today than art? I feel like a sham. I know realistically i am not the greatest artist ever, but even i have to admit i do have above average talent at it. I am just lazy as hell. It’s hard to get motivated sometimes. And it’s eaiser sometimes to write than to draw because writing is like bleeding to me, the words just seep out. Painting actually requires thinking although not as much as you would assume. In front of a blank canvas i am the monkey with the banana as a trick to get me to drip, paint and create my way into something slightly artistic.Feeling much like a monkey today, have you seen my banana?

Still snowing

Still snowing here,

silently floating down/dandruff/from the sky.

still snowing/as i/watch/the second hand/on my watch

tick the seconds by/as they add up/to minutes/while/

i wait/for you/while your at work/but

still it snows. no where to go but up?

no that defies logic, disproves gravity, the small white

flakes descend upon us like a blanket

covering a dream.

still it snows on/silently/lingering/in vast disarray/

of piles to be shoveled

and snow-men to be


Cliches run rampant

Cliches running rampant

in my head, things like, “winter wonderland.” or “all four seasons in one day.” which is the title of a song by Sting, on his CD Mercury Falling or perhaps Mercury Rising-i cannot really recall which, and “Winter Wonderland.” is also a song, i believe…

Cliches running rampant

in my head,

everyone I know it seems was joking,

just the other day, about our State’s weather,

how it seems to be so indecisive it changes its mind,

rather quick, it seems almost somewhat

like a young girl who keeps changing her mind,

on which stuffed bear is her favorite toy!

Michigan seems to say, “Spring!” no no no wait….

“Summer!!” no no no…”Winter?”

“Fall!!!” With Michigan its a crazy free for all.

And the newscasters try to pretend,

the “weather men” or women, that they know whats

going to happen with our crazy weather,

but the truth is nobody knows.

One minute it snows, then the next the Sun graces us,

with its warmth and the flakes,

burn then melt away,

into muddy spring-size puddles.

A few hours later, we could get 6-7 inches,

of the white stuff, truth is you just never do know-

Living in Michigan keeps you,

on your toes.

Big snow flakes

Big snow flakes,

softly tumble down,

as i watch them as they fall-

wondering if i ran outside,

if i could catch one,

they are about the size of a quarter-piece

a coin, with the exception of un-even edges,

cut into individual jig-saw puzzle pieces,

which neatly fit

together, when they hit

the ground.

so pretty to watch, yet ,

tremendously terrible to try to

drive in.

Michigan snow storms are

the stuff, accidents are made of.

Just had a huge one the other day

on I-75, and no one I knew was hurt,

but there were causalities

I just watched it on the news.

It was sad. But these things do tend to

occur and happen, when the

weather gets nasty here,

do not let the pretty flakes fool


you have to be careful,

driving in this weather,

it may look beautiful,

but please remember

beauty does,

kill, sometimes


Feeling hazy

Feeling hazy,

as the Michigan winter weather,

completely fazes me.

I had a job interview today

on the drive there we got the “flurries” followed

by arctic cold blast of air.

But on the way home the Sun,

forgot it was Winter and she came out to play,

thus making it bright and warm.

All my life, I’ve lived in Michigan,

it seems like this is one of the few places,

where you can have all four seasons, in just a

single day…

I’m feeling hazy,

thinking of certain tunes

by the Mamas ans the Papas…

singing and dreaming, under my breath.