Velvet moss-cushion, ‘Tween reed grass and lagoon spray, Rocky Egret shores.
My eyes are dazzled by the glinting sun, Sparkling on the hulls of seashell casts, Unique as crystal snowflakes, each is one, From depths beyond and ages long since past. The gulls have… Continue reading
🌲🌲🌲 He’s entering the woods as oft before, And still his heart is thumping, resolute, This path has been the backdrop to his more lucid revelations, thoughts astute. The crunch of long-dropped pine… Continue reading
🌾🌾🌾 With leashy strap and pocketful of treats, We swing across the threshold, sun shines in, We’ve powered down for months in woolen pleats, But spring is here (they say), let us begin.… Continue reading
As I lean back to peer into the grueling, I see (what others may have seen) too late: “Two young hares, rump to rump, like dueling pistols crouched by the gate,” we wait.… Continue reading
The endless break of waves on shore, Replenish teeming life-chains spawned, Distracted not, he stares out, ever sure That curl is filled with promise evermore In under-swirling eddy’s from beyond. This discipline has… Continue reading
This street scene could be anywhere. But it isn’t just anywhere. The cobblestones in this square have been a feeding ground for pigeons and pedestrians for centuries. This square sits on the… Continue reading
This poem was inspired by a walk in the woods at Buttermilk Falls Inn, when I came upon this long-forgotten bench. I began to think about what stories this ‘object’ might tell, could… Continue reading
Looking out over the expanse of neatly arranged chairs, that in a few hours will be teeming with concert-goers, the stark contrast is clear. This anticipatory lull is prelude to a great crescendo… Continue reading
Today, I embark on a 30-day journey to become a better blogger. Today’s assignment: write and publish a “who I am and why I’m here” post. I began blogging in June 2012, a few… Continue reading
Standing on the brink, Face turned heavenward, Momentary musings launch my spirit towards distant, mystical, mountain mists, leaving Fall’s ephemeral foreground behind. Suddenly, sensing a glimmer, A hint of hope piercing through the… Continue reading
The Sea, stretching infinitely far below, as far as the eye can see; defining the horizon, where sky and sea merge as one.