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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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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Balance of Nature

This scene is replayed each morning, as the long rays of the rising sun highlight the tips of the sparkling breakers. Diving seabirds know that breakfast awaits and each, in turn, swoops swiftly into the crashing surf to snag its prey.  I take my place, front and center, at the shoreline to view this extravaganza;  […]

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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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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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