Focus and finesse, On guard, yet calmly resting, perched precarious at blue water’s edge, yet peaceful, watching, waiting on lagoon-side ledge, for signs of prey. Today, fulfilling nature’s way, the fiery sun and golden breach of day call to her to stay, to play,… Continue Reading “Balance of Nature”
Come, take my hand and walk with me, hushed within the winding paths and vines, spell-binding. Come take my hand. Come walk with me; escape to days when ways were gentler, softer, loftier than they seem today. Come, walk with me. Come reminisce, step… Continue Reading “Across the Bridge”
Across the glistened, grassy glens of verdant, fertile vales and dales, she drapes her flimsy fronds. I’ll meet this day in my own way; not seized but gently swayed. Allayed, I view, through lens of misty grey, Nature’s stirring from the ebon night. Inevitably,… Continue Reading “Sheffield Fog”
“…Remarkably, it’s oft the shadows that I first do see…” a few words and thoughts inspired by Photo Friday #shadows.
Hibernation…Hope…a solitary bloom…
Together here, we (surely) can survive and thrive and strive to bloom anew.
I republish this post, in consideration of the horrible actions and events of January 5th and retrospectively, in reconsideration of the sense of awe and respect I felt while standing beneath the dome. I couldn’t imagine that day, that one day there would be… Continue Reading “America … reconsidered”
White, well mostly, bright, as night recedes to dawn’s entreaties, Resting, softly lain upon the tide-moist shore. Grains of sudsy sand, rushing, gushing in with shifting tides, flinging, clinging grains between my toes. Leaning closer still, beneath the feather, delicate and clean, I spy… Continue Reading “Fallen Feather”
Today, I was reminded of our 2017 trip to Indianapolis to cheer on our Seton Hall Pirates as they challenged the Butler Bulldogs at Hinkle Fieldhouse. As we geared up for the big game, which our Pirates won in an exciting last second play,… Continue Reading “Auto-gravure”
Having just returned from a walk in my garden, I grabbed a vase, filled it with water and placed my harvest (two Lilies of the Valley) into the vase. Then I saw it! The beauty of the flower sprigs notwithstanding, before my eyes was… Continue Reading “Mirror Glass”
Yesterday, sun-risen summer shoreswere dressed to kill, but nowlie gray and chilledby high surf’s crashing, glancing blows.. I spy from window’s sill. Rewardslie there, to be ensnaredat water’s edge, if not delayed,waylaid or swayed by bed sheets’ soft entreat: Forego the beach – surcease! Today, Instead I rise… Continue Reading “Outside my Window”
The unwrit page lies blank, unmarred by words expressing nothing, or maybe something daft, irrelevant. A stoppered voice, in this confined space, unheard, and in its place, the blank and empty face of silence. A toe dipped cautiously into the placid lake of deeper-than-appearing… Continue Reading “Resurgence”
From here, we thought we knew where blue sky met the ever stolid earth terrain below, Sun rays break through wisps one can’t forget, Each day unique, and ne’er a hint of snow. From here, each new horizon seemed to show If troubles or… Continue Reading “Shifting Horizons”