Friday, July 3, 2015

Welcome Home

after a hard day's work, a refuge
from the rest of the world-
tiger lilies and you

all is quiet on a woodsy path- 
but for rustling leaves
and a bird's song

a flower is born in the sky
and so am I, alive and thriving
amidst greens and blues

deeply rooted among rocks-
looking upward, the climb is hard
but how worth is the view

geraniums will grow again
in the sunshine, with a little love
a little hope and a lot of gratitude
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Hi everyone! As I mentioned in my previous post, my husband and I moved to a new home in the countryside of New York. I'm sharing today some pictures from my backyard and accompanying haiku. We have a weathered wooden bench where tiger lilies have bloomed next to it. A little path leads into the woods where pink rhododendron have blossomed. There are rocks up the hill and lots of trees and everything is green and luscious now as we've had quite a bit of rain. I planted geraniums in a terracotta pot and I'm patiently waiting for them to bloom. I hope you enjoy my poetry and photos and I wish you all a Happy Fourth of July weekend! xx
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Saturday, June 27, 2015

Our Neck of the Woods

Hi everyone! In case you've been wondering where I've been for over a month ... well, my husband and I moved to a new home and it's been very hectic, so I've had no time for blogging. The move was a bit stressful and overwhelming but we're settling in nicely. Every day we make a little progress, room by room, to get our home in order. There is a lot to do -- cleaning, painting, organizing, decorating. Did I mention, unpacking? We still have a lot of boxes piled up! With hard work and perseverance, I know our home will become as beautiful as we are envisioning it. The pictures I'm showing today are from our backyard! Yes, we have the woods in the back of our house ... and rocks ... and hills ... it's so peaceful and serene. And while the house inside may need some work, the outdoors is perfect just as nature would have it. Please join me on this new journey and adventure ... many more pictures, poetry and prose to come from our neck of the woods! xx

Saturday, May 2, 2015

city in bloom

i love you more in springtime
when you yield to me
like a tulip yields to sunshine
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Hi everyone, I hope you're enjoying Spring so far! After an extremely cold and long winter, we are finally getting some warm weather and flowers are in bloom. I took a stroll down Madison Square Park in the city where tulips abound and pink magnolia trees bring color to the gray skyscrapers. No more snow and the grass couldn't be greener. I plan on being very busy the rest of Spring and throughout Summer, but will post as often as I can and continue to visit my favorite blogger friends. Enjoy my photos and my little haiku! xx

Sunday, April 12, 2015

Spring Break

Dear Friends, I'm taking a little Spring break. I hope it's warm on your side of the world. Enjoy the fresh air, the colors, the renewal that Spring brings. Be happy. Be inspired. Enjoy the sunshine. Thank you for all your support and lovely comments. See you soon.
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Happy Spring! xx

Saturday, April 4, 2015

Easter in the City

time for a change
a new beginning
and second chances



in the splendor of Spring
everything starts over-
even I ...

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Happy Easter!
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Saturday, March 28, 2015


peace is a seed
let it spread, let it spread
among those in need
so that war may cease
inner turmoil, recede
let it fly, let it fly
on the wings of Spring
let peace arrive
let it stay, let it stay

Happy Palm Sunday to those who celebrate it.
May there be Peace on Earth!
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Saturday, March 21, 2015

Dream Petals

under a magnolia tree
where i stood
my past & future
laid at its roots
if only i could
plant dreams
i would
watch them bloom
i should
let petals fall on me
where i stood
under a magnolia tree

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Saturday, March 14, 2015

Violet Rain

violet rain
keeps on falling


the universe within
each droplet

petal by petal


even raindrops
have a purpose


bringing forth
a new beginning

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It's been raining nonstop all day and the snow is melting.
No violets yet but they will be here soon!

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Saturday, March 7, 2015

View From the Top

It was a cold day in March as he looked out the window at the long stretch of city streets intersecting like  a grid of memories.  The view reminded him of a vintage postcard, arriving  unexpectedly with greetings of long ago from forgotten voices.
    From his penthouse, he could see Park Avenue all the way down to 42nd Street. He opened the window, taking in the grayness of winter air and cement.  People were getting in and out of cabs, walking in opposite directions, going somewhere or nowhere at all. But he had made it to the top, and there he was admiring the view--alone. Stuck in the past in sepia colors.
     He closed the window and put his coat on. Soon he was out on the street, merging with the crowd, blending in, no one to meet but his own shadow. He saw a homeless person sitting in the corner, someone he would usually avoid. He was a young man, drawing artwork on pieces of cardboard with colored crayons. But this time he stopped and told him he liked his drawings and that he thought he had a future as an artist.
     He stopped at the cafe where he had breakfast every morning and got a cup of coffee and a toasted buttered bagel. He went back to give them to the homeless person to help him warm up and talked to him about finding shelter and getting help. He then got into a yellow cab  on his way to work and suddenly the city took on myriad colors and he felt less alone.
    From that day forward, he stopped every morning to talk to the homeless man and bring him gifts. Sometimes, it would be breakfast. Another time, a set of colored pencils for his drawings. Yet another, a sketchbook, so he wouldn't have to draw on cardboard. And sometimes, just a hello and a smile.
     Until one day, the homeless young man was gone and he was filled with such sadness, not knowing what had happened to him. Months went by and he resigned himself that he would never see him again. And then a summer morning, he went to the usual cafe to get breakfast and the man behind the counter, serving coffee, was the former homeless person.
    "This coffee is on me," he said. "Thank you for believing in me." And he pointed to the wall, where one of his drawings was hanging among others for sale. It was a sketch of the street corner where he used to sit, and a flower had sprouted from the cement.

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Something a little different for you today. This is flash fiction, a genre of writing I'm experimenting with lately. I took the photo from a building overlooking Park Avenue in NYC. Enjoy!
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Saturday, February 28, 2015

The Bird's Song

I heard a bird sing-
could it be the promise of Spring?
He left me long ago,
he left me cold-
took flight at sunset
like lost love
away to rainbow skies-
my heart withered
in the absence of his sunshine.

And now he's back
tapping on my window,
teasing me with musical notes

I imagine Chopin in the garden
playing a prelude-
you and I slow dancing
like yellow daffodils,
and my heart blooms again
it blooms every time
I hear a bird sing,
it is your voice I hear-
could it be the promise of Spring?

Today, I heard a bird sing outside my window, and it inspired my poem! It is still singing as I write. The pictures were taken earlier in Winter when I saw a flock of birds take flight at sunset. Isn't the birds V-formation amazing? Enjoy and have a wonderful weekend! xx

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