Another week, a Wednesday-weather day, Wave on white-out wave coats bark and bough, But something’s different, something in the way the sound of spring thaw drowns away the plow. My soul needs but take pause, renew my vow to smell a rose or two, to note the hint of yellow-green on weeping willow, bowed […]
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ALONE: written after stopping by a sculpture of this retriever, that was hidden in the bramble bushes along a path at the Buttermilk Inn in Milton, NY. It reminded me of my grandsons’ beloved golden retrievers, Bogie and Madison. A ncient wisdom from his ink black eyes, L ofty stature speaks without a sound, […]
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Cliff rises, shear and sharply, up from earth, O’er glacier lake so still and icy sheen, whilst whistling winds, faint whisper of new birth, Alive and teeming, wild, beyond tree-green. There, Wolf’s demeanor, practiced, hiding girth, With patience practiced (spy his piercing eyes), Cajoling, mean, inspiring cringe (not mirth), His presence poised to pounce; his prey’s […]
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Now stormy days subside, suspended sense inevitable silence, once the winds abate, As snow melts deep beneath the thaw-starved dense, and branch-strewn turf, I breath a sigh and wait. What am I waiting for? A wiped-clean slate, As Mother Earth, from sunlight, bright, restored, And all life great and small can germinate, Each small-fry seedling […]
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Today, after a season of rehearsals and an especially tricky rehearsal schedule (thanks to Mother Nature and several Nor’easters that descended upon our area) we in the Masterwork Chorus, under the direction of Chris Shepard, are primed to wish Leonard Bernstein a Happy 100th Birthday, by presenting selections from his vast catalogue of diverse works. […]
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While in Alexandria a few weekends ago, I snapped this photo with my iPhone, through the rain-slicked window of a moving bus. I almost discarded this frame, until I looked beyond the droplets, to the hustling bustling masses descending from the King Street Station in the downpour, to waiting transportation. Each person had somewhere to […]
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I softly fold it, setting it aside, A moment more to tag (To…From…), A crocheted throw, (another one?) indeed, But this was for the young man he’s become. No more the baby blues of soft layettes, No more the booties, hats and mitten sets, No more the teddy bears so neatly pressed on play-togs, made […]
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The whine of tyke bikes, go carts whirring by, The block where long our house is standing tall, The lawn of seven shades of bluegrass rye, While I, from front-porch rocker, watch it all. We pedal ’round the town, inhaling Fall The nippy, clear, crisp air is cool and sweet, With signs of autumn, vibrant […]
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Come with me across the bridge! We’ve time, On mainland shore we linger and opine, A picnic just for two, we’ve brought the wine, A solitary respite, sure we’ll find, And then, perhaps, I’ll ask you to “be mine”, Come, take my hand, across the bridge we’ll climb. Photo Friday: #Bridge
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This irresistible face is matched only by his exuberant personality. Bandit, is indeed, beloved! Weekly photo challenge: Beloved…This week, share a photo of something that is dearly loved.
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The point of one’s perspective may be blind, (I mused) when spying gay-adorned displays, For deep within the recess of my mind, The mimeographed script again replayed. We children, both, role-playing on that day so long ago, he was the soldier boy, And I, a mere rag doll, in tattered frays, While others dressed as […]
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I woke up this morning and the first thought that crossed my mind was “It’s over”! The many weeks spent in preparation, rehearsal and anticipation, mixed with a healthy pinch of performance anxiety, had come to a satisfying conclusion. Yesterday’s Choral Art Society concert (under the direction of Martin A. Sedek) was an artistic success […]
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