Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
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… Continue Reading “The Luck of the Draw”
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… Continue Reading “Perpetuity”
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… Continue Reading “Autumnal Conundrum”
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… Continue Reading “Rhapsody in Blue”
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… Continue Reading “Planning for the Future”
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… Continue Reading “Blurred Lines”
Even a simple porch scene, complete with a carefully-secured stroller, becomes a photo-op in DisneyWorld. Photo Friday: Shadow
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,… Continue Reading “Of Pearls and Scarlet Plumes”
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… Continue Reading “Matryoshka Mélange”
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.… Continue Reading “Stallion in the Garden”
knit from side to side, lacy textures, seed-stitched chains, long-side lines entwined. Photo Friday: #vertical
A certain sign of summer’s laid-back ways, Just weeks since they began from dull seed pods, Maturing into stalks of golden blaze, Adorning garden paths and porch facades. Sunflowers, noble blessings from the gods, Perennially loyal to a fault, Inch by inch, defying all… Continue Reading “Sunflower”