Tag: NaPoWriMo

Color me…

                                                                                       … Continue Reading “Color me…”

Buddies

This photo was taken one languorous, dewy morning at the Polynesian Village, WDW.  DMan ( #2 grandson) considers this to be his own private beach…sitting lagoon side, watching morning birds and talking about everything and nothing, the teachable moments are plenteous and precious.  

Elusive

Rain

Moisture droplets raining, Slow, steady, staccato strikes, seeping into soggy, spongy, sod. Heaven tendrils, strewing, sowing Tender single seedling slivers; Up-raising  strong spikes, Growing garden-green grass!

Haiku Friday: “Les Baux de Provence”

Swan lake gliders slide beyond our Provence picket fence: Bucolic “Les Baux.” This photo was taken while ‘en Provence’ last April.  While staying at “La Cabro d’Or”, we would stroll from our garden terrace to the manor house, around this lovely lake, and the… Continue Reading “Haiku Friday: “Les Baux de Provence””

Sun ‘brellas

I’m drawn once more To wind blown, ebbing shores To feel the sand-grains ‘neath my soles Bear silent witness to the quest of gulls, And fill my head and heart with surf-salt breeze. I rush on past the shore-side ‘ brellas, Treading hard the… Continue Reading “Sun ‘brellas”

Pas de Deux

Ode to Joy

Chasing the Steeple

Why do I turn away? Centerpiece of this bright day, A Far Hills fete: “The Steeple Chase”. Autumn brilliance sets the stage: Whilst grassy-tracked steeds sling muddy sod, Orange-framed oval, strewn with  spectators. Trumpet’s blare calls to all: “ta ra ta da”! I focus… Continue Reading “Chasing the Steeple”

Maestro

I write this poem today, after having attended a concert at Lincoln Center, where Andras Schiff, not only created wonderful artistry at his fingertips doing two Bach Concerti, but also, and surprisingly, almost more impressive was his conducting of the Medelsohn and Schuman.  it… Continue Reading “Maestro”

Obsession

                      Why oh why do I insist on crafting, with a string and sticks? Could it just be the thrill of art,  a perfect piece will soon impart? Or maybe it’s the color blocks, or… Continue Reading “Obsession”

“The Rythym of Life”