Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Sunlight streaming in remained unseen, Because my eyes were blinded by the light, Then wakened senses opened to the gleam. Day after day, I wandered past the scene, Oblivious to simple gifts in sight, Sunlight streaming in remained unseen. In search of inner peace… Continue Reading “Reflections”
Balmy afternoon spawns thoughts of Spring, (though groundhog claims a few more wintry weeks) But during full-moon sleep, the world turned white, Erasing leaves of grass and leafy trees. My puppy licked his sno-cone from the sill, Carved prints betrayed my deer-hooved migrant guests,… Continue Reading “Split Decision”
The windmill at Peddlar’s Village stands tall and silent, against the dramatic, wispy-clouded sky of Bucks County.
Upon this clear and glassy, deep, blue water, Gliding effortless, across the spanse, Spied by only towering mountain spires, Gazing down upon my silent dance. No piercing sound, no ticking time, no meter, Save the sturdy oar-sluice thru the deep, Keeping steady, though unhurried,… Continue Reading “Listening to Silence”
Of morning tea beside the trickling. Â fountain, Attending to the nesting birds of spring; Of sandwiches and chips for May-time lunch, The welcomed mid-day respite that it brings; Of languid, lazed “martini eves” of summer, Playing fetch, with puppy toys a-fling; Our coupled Adirondacks… Continue Reading “Of Two Chairs”
She sang: “I look at clouds from both sides now” I’ve pondered often on these puzzling words, Yet ringing true today, with furrowed brow, I wonder how to heal my crippled bird. She’s lived each day by loving, not by sword, Yet life has… Continue Reading “From Both Sides Now”
Weightlessly, it wafted towards the earth, No rush or brush of time compelled its fall within my field of vision, yet spread mirth and wonder on the meaning of it all. Mere moments just preceding, it’d soared tall, A single quill, amid a thousand… Continue Reading “Weightless”
I find myself beside this mirrored lake, These amber afternoons on deep-wood treks, Or when the trees have lost their leafy drape, And oft when fawn bound freely cross my steps. But always stop where water laps on shore, Around the bend toward the… Continue Reading “Mirrored Tranquility”
Bunnies, bats, abandoned basketballs Across the yyard, as summer’s taken toll, The once-lush green scape fading into fall, And school boys back in session, cease their roil. Their shrieking, wild abandon still rings clear With choosing sides for stickball (to applause) And bouncing balls on… Continue Reading “Of Bunnies Bats and Basketballs”
Today I present a sampling of recent travel photos, showcasing a broad array of architectural styles and textures; including the rustic, turn-of-the-century wood details of  Mohonk Mountain House, the glass and steel panoramic reflections of the Manhatten skyline, and the Pantheonic architecture of the… Continue Reading “Architextures”
Morning at Mohonk is incomparable and unforgettable! We first discovered this many years ago, when we went to the Mohonk Preserve for the outdoor wedding of the daughter of a dear friend. We outsmarted ourselves by reserving the weekend at Mohonk Mountain House, rather… Continue Reading “Mohonk Morning”
Hard-spiked, standing tall Single stalk, aslant, bursts forth Wispy, silken stars. Photo Friday: Â #black_and_white