The Luck of the Draw

She loves me (yes!) she loves me not (oh no!) She does love me, (the petals tell it true), Another pull: she loves me not (please no!) A few more left, the end I’ll surely rue. She loves me (as my expectations rise), She loves me not (I know it can’t be right), She loves […]

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Perpetuity

Standing, on the brink of this vast expanse, I muse: does the ocean carry with it the memories of all that it’s crept up on and swallowed whole; perhaps not in a single gulp but with each incessant wave, as morsels of mortal life are swept away, consumed? Does it remember? Does it care? Today, […]

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Autumnal Conundrum

It’s autumn; as my planner oft repeats, It’s autumn; yet the warming sun rays beat It’s autumn; I’ll delay my pumpkin treats for mallows, crispy-squished ‘tween graham sweets. It’s autumn; yet we’re travel’ing to the beach, It’s autumn; backyard chairs remain in reach, It’s autumn; school’s in session (they’ll be teached); Or is it taught? […]

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Rhapsody in Blue

I never tire of a clear morning when, while seeking a once-in-a-lifetime sunrise, I find, instead, a stunning, sparkling moon. This morning was particularly spectacular, as I could clearly delineate the crevices and crannies of the rocky moon surface. I didn’t see the man in the moon on this morning, but I know he was […]

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Planning for the Future

Last Sunday, after having purchased a case of freshly picked Roma tomatoes at the Summit Farmers’ Market, I spent the rest of the afternoon, prepping and canning the luscious lot.  It was a messy, slippery, time-consuming afternoon, but most definitely, it was a labor of love.   Someday, in the middle of winter, I will open one or two jars of these beauties […]

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Blurred Lines

Structure straight and perfectly aligning, A thousand stamens reaching for the sun, Each radiation delicate reminding We’re more than just ourselves, we are as one. From far perspective, branches tipped with pompons, Beckon to us: come survey our blooms, ‘Til closer in we scan the broad-leafed palm fronds, To spy their tender details, through my […]

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Sun-shade

Even a simple porch scene, complete with a carefully-secured stroller, becomes a photo-op in DisneyWorld. Photo Friday: Shadow

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Of Pearls and Scarlet Plumes

Before the golden fire-star breaks through, I stroll in search of glories yet unseen, Then I espy wee orbs of tenuous dew, Formed atop the tips of buds agleam. It may be that crimson color scheme distracts, and causes one to pass on by, Ignoring precious pearls, before sunbeams cast their rays and beckon dragonflies. […]

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Matryoshka Mélange

As I peered into the display at The Russian Tea Room, I wondered how long it might have taken someone to lovingly and carefully arrange the exquisite Matryoshka (nested dolls) and Russian eggs (a la Fabergé); and whether I was more impressed by the unique beauty of each piece of handcrafted art or by the […]

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Stallion in the Garden

A summer’s Sunday drive can oft inspire, Though seeking flowers for my garden wall, Unexpected, a mere spark became a fire. At first set out to plant-adorn my shire, Deciding on a vine that would spread tall, A summer’s Sunday drive can oft inspire. Selecting floral ties and climbing wire, Distracted by the floral free-for-all, […]

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