Snow

It lay upon the crunchy winter sod, It reaches far and wide ‘top wooden slats, (a foot bridge o’er the icy cygnet pond), And spreads its shivers ‘cross the barnyard grass. The night before, while stoking coals in hearth, Awaiting Father Winter’s bedtime tuck, Sensing hint of droplets through the dark, Just as the evening’s […]

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The Mind’s Eye

Wish for seasons past, the golden, olden days of yore, a boy at heart bends low to peek at village denizens, some worn with age, Some opened new, and “Christmas Tree Shop” sleek. Remembered flood of youth’s pure joy, he seeks, Ride sugarplums of hope on HO trains, Erasing all hypocrisy, he’s meek and welcoming […]

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Clarity

I watch and wait, transfixed and terrified, As roiling clouds forecast impending doom, Suspended in this space, I’m satisfied. This calm before the storm does serve to guide, I’m doubtful, can survival be assumed? I watch and wait, transfixed and terrified. A metaphor for trials and ebbing tides, Throughout the lows, wee buds of hope […]

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After the Storm

Dampened, drenched planks beneath my feet, Each step unfolds reflected, unslaked scenes, As steady waters flow, e’er silently, sedate, At close of day, imbued with subtle gleam. Perhaps they’re just mirages or conjured dreams, But no, I’ve been here thousand times before, And tho some oft remembered, it would seem That memories and dreams shan’t […]

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Love

Reaching, ever gentle, Comforting, supporting her, Grandson makes her smile. My daughter captured this moment of tenderness, after an afternoon at the Animal Kingdom, as we soggily (having gotten caught in the usual Florida downpour) and wearily trudged to the bus stop.   PhotoFriday: #Love

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Nesting Place (a villanelle)

I fretted  nightly ‘bout the nesting place, Rough-hewn by hand and hung with care, secure, And still, I feared the feral feline’s chase. Each morning, I revisited the place, Where days before, I’d placed it, to endure, I fretted  nightly ‘bout the nesting place. Then suddenly, I spied the feline’s face approaching stealthily, toward the […]

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Loneliness

Official Dogwood Photography Challenge Week 35: Loneliness As I post in response to the challenge, I sense a hidden narrative unfolding, behind this closed door.

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Parallel Paths

Through the drinking glass, I glance a clue, A stem of unreality unfolds, A mere illusion or does this ring true, And how am I to know which story’s told? We’ll likely never know while living bold, Pursuing daily chores, ignoring fate, Perhaps there’s solace in the fable old, Of lives repeated, souls reincarnate. My […]

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Family Tree

It was 1944.  There he was again, her handsome beau; all decked out, standing at her front door with a small white box in his hand. Soon, he would tenderly pin the simple corsage to her collar. He knocked tentatively, barely able to constrain his anticipation.  They’d been seeing each other for three weeks and yet he […]

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