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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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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PAT-TERN

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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Home (Revisited)

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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Invitation

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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Subjective Perspective

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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Repurposed Life

A weathered greenhouse, built to shield, protect young specimens within, from wintry wind, To magnify and golden rays project, Injuring seedlings from the seasons’ clime. Hardy pots reside outside, aligned along the curb, or sheltered from the fray, Beneath the wooden, weathered, a-framed splines, Broad streaks of silver, aging shades of gray. Ironically these planks […]

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Here Comes The Moon

On the eve of The Masterwork Chorus’ “Masterwork Mania”(a fundraiser program of Beatles music), I am sitting in a hospital room, knowing that I won’t be joining my fellow choristers, this time around. A sudden onset of diverticulitis has temporarily derailed me. A consolation is that my room on the 10th floor has a spectacular […]

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Traveler

Traversing over pebbled, stick-strewn treads, While on my daily walk, out in the wild, I came to where the road diverged ahead And mused which way; then paused, in awe, beguiled. You’d think a was a young ‘un, just a child entranced by stories told of wise old trees, My visions, dreams and fantasies took […]

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