Come with me across the bridge! We’ve time, On mainland shore we linger and opine, A picnic just for two, we’ve brought the wine, A solitary respite, sure we’ll find, And then, perhaps, I’ll ask you to “be mine”, Come, take my hand, across… Continue Reading “Invitation”
Hard-spiked, standing tall Single stalk, aslant, bursts forth Wispy, silken stars. Photo Friday: #black_and_white
Two shorelines clinging close to “Brightwood” lake, And wait so I may choose which path to take, For on the left a fisher-person’s dream, Sure footing, toss my line into the stream, But on the right a picnic spot awaits, And marshy coves where… Continue Reading “Shore Lines of Sight”
The drenching storms that caused such havoc through the night, were gone by morning’s first light. A clean and freshly showered landscape has always had a positive effect on my spirits and on this day, I knew I just had to go for a walk up to Brightwood Park, my favorite “Green Acres” reservation.
We wait together, having made it through the white-hoar frostiness that came before,
“Now that the water’s still, reflection shows.”
A walk in the woods, as seen through the eyes of my Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, choosing to heed my call, instead of romping freely through the leaves.
The woods soft beckon on these last few days of Autumn, on the wane as chill sets in, Umbrella canopy is gone, it could not stay, We face our hopeless yearnings from within. The brook once was a rivulet, a stream that overflowed (in spring) its… Continue Reading “Adieu”
🌲🌲🌲 He’s entering the woods as oft before, And still his heart is thumping, resolute, This path has been the backdrop to his more lucid revelations, thoughts astute. The crunch of long-dropped pine cones underfoot, Reminds him, well, that feral denizens, inhabit near, ‘neath torn-asunder… Continue Reading “Lucid Dreams”