Mornings in The Mist

As summertime returns I feel a sense of something missing, ne’er to be again, My Sheffield mornings, fogged-in valleys drenched in mist, ‘neath Berkshire mountain chain. These memories will ever play, repeat, To make me smile, each time I feel the damp of dewy grasses, wet beneath my feet, My spirit warmed again, as at […]

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A Twist on Trees

More than lovely, more than seaside shade, Symbolizing strength, endurance, tempting fate, Clinging for her life through gales and swales, Yet ever twisting upward, winding straight. She’s home to flora and fauna of the isles, Her gaily painted fruits and leaves grow wild, She shelters wiped-out surfers for awhile, Her sinews, often, perches for a […]

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Anticipation

She bathes and sets her hair, and hums Faure  Her nails fresh polished, trimmed and prepped, “Dona Nobis”, counting in her head, “Keep it light and airy”, Maestro said, Her music rearranged in concert form, Her stockings laid out neatly, ‘side the dress Her necklace – pearls (of course), and earring studs, Unlabeled bottle ready […]

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Ode to Bandit

He wakens with the birds and begs me to join, Exuberant, racing down the stairs to grass, Midst scatter’ing squirrels and pre-dawn cooing doves, His happiness unbridled, life’s a gas. Reluctant, I begin with aches and moans, His spirit wins me over every time, All grumpiness now gone, though old bones groan, As long as […]

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Cape May Musings

Of twines and splines secure alined, Of rough grain planking, tied to tines, Of wind-swept railings, white on white, Of salty breeze;  morn, noon and night, Of greys and whites in contrast stark, Of summer evenings after dark, Of cognac shared ‘neath astral scenes, My seaside porch, the stuff of dreams. Weekly Photo Challenge : […]

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Hibernation

Silent, steadfast, still through the wintry blasts, Storms return then ebb and rage again, Immured within, suspended, as in fast, Colony awaits to reawaken. Workers huddle, clustered round the queen, Saving stores of nectar, drones exiled, Few survive the frigid months between the warmth of summer and the April mild. The young and queen secluded […]

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Emergence

  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

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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Beyond the Blind

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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The Gift

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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Happy Birthday, Lenny!

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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Blurred Images

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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