T’was nights before Christmas…(which scarf shall I wear)? Snow scenes sprinkled broadly or red-green silk threads Perplexed, which to choose, perhaps I’d defer to simple Noel pin with garnets, instead. My choices strewn carelessly on my made bed, I turned for a moment to… Continue Reading “An Unexpected Gift”
Aloha! Another awesome evening sky, as seen from our lanai at the Polynesian Village Resort. They are having a heat wave up north, while we’ve escaped to our own heat wave paradise – here. A storm may be brewing, but I’m completely immersed in… Continue Reading “Heat Wave”
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.
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”
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”
In times gone by, we’d take the family car ‘cross rural backroads, farmlands on display, Expanse of nature’s palette, fields afar from madding crowds that often swarmed our days. These days the world has changed; we shy away from bear hugs, kisses, handshakes, social… Continue Reading “Viral Spring”
Winter’s veil is ever surely lifting from top-iced, frozen birdbath in my yard, Crackling, melting, straining wavelets shifting, While finches perch like sentries standing guard. Perhaps it’s spring thawed days for which I long, For balmy breezes wafting o’er my face, To wake once… Continue Reading “The Reawakening”