Category: Photo Friday

Sheffield Sunrise

It’s been some time since last I scrunched those blades of summer grass, dew-drenched beneath my feet, Yet mem’ries still live, verdant, but now shades of what was once renewal, soul’s retreat. I’d wake before the dawn to catch the sweet, pre-sunrise moments, as…

Morning Ritual

He wakes at dawn with lust for life and glee, Shaking off the night shades, jingling tags (the clinking of his collar) call to me: “Wake up and join me, see my tail’s a wag.” Bounding down the first flight, waits; while I with…

Snow

It lay upon the crunchy winter sod, It reaches far and wide ‘top wooden slats, (a foot bridge o’er the icy cygnet pond), And spreads its shivers ‘cross the barnyard grass. The night before, while stoking coals in hearth, Awaiting Father Winter’s bedtime tuck,…

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…

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:…

A Passion for Purple

A mini-gallery of photos exhibiting a distinct purple hue.

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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