Family Tree

It was 1944.  There he was again, her handsome beau; all decked out, standing at her front door with a small white box in his hand. Soon, he would tenderly pin the simple corsage to her collar. He knocked tentatively, barely able to constrain his anticipation.  They’d been seeing each other for three weeks and yet he […]

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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 place, front and center, at the shoreline to view this extravaganza;  […]

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Spinning Silk

This week, when challenged to publish a favorite photo, I leafed through my stunning sunrises and sunsets, my macro pics of springtime flowers and my pelicans and seagulls soaring and swooping into the breaking surf; I paused at this stunning shot of spider pearls, glistening in the morning fog.  I am struck today, as I […]

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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 grasses, wet beneath my feet, My spirit warmed again, as at […]

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A Twist on Trees

More than lovely, more than seaside shade, Symbolizing strength, endurance, tempting fate, Clinging for her life through gales and swales, Yet ever twisting upward, winding straight. She’s home to flora and fauna of the isles, Her gaily painted fruits and leaves grow wild, She shelters wiped-out surfers for awhile, Her sinews, often, perches for a […]

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Ode to Bandit

He wakens with the birds and begs me to join, Exuberant, racing down the stairs to grass, Midst scatter’ing squirrels and pre-dawn cooing doves, His happiness unbridled, life’s a gas. Reluctant, I begin with aches and moans, His spirit wins me over every time, All grumpiness now gone, though old bones groan, As long as […]

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Cape May Musings

Of twines and splines secure alined, Of rough grain planking, tied to tines, Of wind-swept railings, white on white, Of salty breeze;  morn, noon and night, Of greys and whites in contrast stark, Of summer evenings after dark, Of cognac shared ‘neath astral scenes, My seaside porch, the stuff of dreams. Weekly Photo Challenge : […]

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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 of summer and the April mild. The young and queen secluded […]

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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 two, to note the hint of yellow-green on weeping willow, bowed […]

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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 his ink black eyes, L ofty stature speaks without a sound, […]

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Beyond the Blind

Cliff rises, shear and sharply, up from earth, O’er glacier lake so still and icy sheen, whilst whistling winds, faint whisper of new birth, Alive and teeming, wild, beyond tree-green. There, Wolf’s demeanor, practiced, hiding girth, With patience practiced (spy his piercing eyes), Cajoling, mean, inspiring cringe (not mirth), His presence poised to pounce; his prey’s […]

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The Gift

Now stormy days subside, suspended sense inevitable silence, once the winds abate, As snow melts deep beneath the thaw-starved dense, and branch-strewn turf, I breath a sigh and wait. What am I waiting for? A wiped-clean slate, As Mother Earth, from sunlight, bright, restored, And all life great and small can germinate, Each small-fry seedling […]

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