Friday, December 11, 2015

Merry Christmas From New York City!

My dear friends, I hope you're enjoying the holiday season. I sure am! I had a wonderful day in New York City today as I went to a holiday party with friends and co-workers. And then by serendipity, I got off the wrong subway stop and ended up in Bryant Park! It was beautifully illuminated with festive lights. Here is the sparkling Christmas tree in the park.

Here is a close-up of some of the glittery ornaments on the tree.

Below the Christmas tree, people were happily skating. So much fun!

Do you see Bryant Park written on the umbrella?

The sky was pink and so was the Empire State Building in the background!

I loved these skyscrapers and especially the one with the green lights.

A sign above one of the shops in the park reads: It's always Christmas in NY. It sure feels like it with all the lights and so much to see and do. It's magical! Wishing everyone Happy Holidays and a wonderful New Year! Thank you all for your support and I'll see you all again next year when I return to blogging with more poetry and photos. Much love. xx

Saturday, November 21, 2015

The Artist

She takes out her palette, watercolors, array of brushes and starts painting the sky. Golden hues, a touch of blue, a splash of pink. She fills in the clouds with a dark gray, not worrying about coloring outside the lines. She sketches tree silhouettes with black charcoal and draws a few leaves here and there. She edges in faint shapes and shadows of rolling hills in the background. With one last and swift brushstroke, she drops in the sun, adding a bit of mystic glow. She then stands back to watch her creation. Nature is the greatest artist. And I say, thank you, for this work of art, for there is nothing like ending the day with a violet sunset, knowing a new beginning is on the horizon.
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This poetic prose piece was inspired by the sunset tonight, as I took a picture of the sky and felt grateful for such a beautiful sight and the many gifts of nature. Wishing everyone a wonderful Thanksgiving and thank you always for reading and your support. xx 

Monday, November 16, 2015


What I miss the most is-
your smile
loyalty and vulnerability

I remember
the way you protected me
from strangers-
the way you used to tremble
at the sound of thunderstorm

Oh, how you loved the snow
and long walks in the park

You followed me 
on my journey-
and sometimes you led me

I wonder-
did I rescue you
or did you rescue me?

I remember that night
when you ran away
and then showed up at my door
hours and hours later-
with those innocent/guilty eyes of yours

Who says you can't
go home again


This poem is dedicated to my lovely dog who lived a healthy, happy and long life. Even though I lost him a few years ago, I still miss him. He was a Keeshond, such a handsome dog, with a plush two-layer coat of silver and black fur with a ruff and curled tail. He is pictured here offering me a flower in my garden. Smiles. He was a rescue dog as his previous owner had neglected him. As a result, when I first adopted him, he was not comfortable around people. But with love and great care, he overcame the past neglect and became the most playful and wonderful pet. I will always remember him fondly and he has a special place in my heart.


Sharing with dVerse ~ Poetics where the theme is "Who/What do you miss?"-- inspired by my own post you can find here on my blog. Thank you, Mary, for hosting!

Sunday, November 15, 2015

Love & Light

let peace
the city of lights

let peace
illuminate the world

today, we pray
we grieve
but do not fear

let hope
despite despair

fall in love again
under a starlit sky

in the city of lights
its people healed
their hearts renewed

let love
surround them
like a beacon of light

today, we pray
we are Paris

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I was deeply saddened by the terrorist attacks on Paris on Friday night. I pray for the families of the victims, for peace and healing. This picture was taken at my Church, such beautiful and peaceful light emanating from the stained glass windows.

Sending love and light to Paris. xo

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light through
stained glass windows-
illuminating the heart
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Friday, November 6, 2015

how do you mend a broken he[art]

do you gather
like seashells on a
distant shore-
listen to them whisper
secrets in your ear

do you gaze
at the stars-
if somewhere, somehow
you are missed
as immensely as
the ex-
panse of the sky

do you hold on
until it stops
until you see sunshine
through the clouds
of your tears

do you ever let go
or is the wound so deep
a scar-
reminding you
of what could have been

if only for a moment
do you resist
or surrender
this he[art] of yours
a blank canvas

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Friday, October 23, 2015


shards of glass
shattered in the sky


broken families

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Saturday, October 17, 2015

Postcards from the Moon

the moon smiles
to those who live beneath her nightly glow

knowing little about what transpires 
in the heavens above

a well-kept secret
she whispers only to the stars

leaving us in the dark
but for a glimpse of moonbeams

postcards with no return address
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I took this picture tonight with my phone and had fun creating digital art to make it look like a postcard. This inspired the title of the poem first and then the verses just flowed. Isn't the moon mysterious, so good at keeping secrets! Enjoy and have a nice weekend! xx

Saturday, October 10, 2015

Autumn Light

scintillating Autumn light 
a tapestry of leaves
turning golden

lonely hearts
not afraid to love again
no matter how hard they have fallen

Dear friends, I love Autumn light the way it shines through leaves, it's magical. I took these pictures when the sun was setting, casting a warm glow on the trees. This scenery inspired a very short poem--perhaps I'm at a loss of words in the sight of such beauty! xx

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Saturday, October 3, 2015

A Taste of Fall

This is what Fall looks like so far in my neck of the woods. My husband and I went to a pumpkin patch and picked up our first pumpkin of the season, which is on our front stoop.

Yellow mums and orange daisies are some of my favorite Fall flowers. I planted them in a terracotta container. I love these bright and cheerful Fall colors ~ they make me smile.

It's been raining for the past few days and lots of leaves have been falling. I like the color and shape of these leaves against the textured concrete on my front stoop.

Acorns have also been falling from oak trees in our yard. I'm going to gather some of the acorns and put them in a basket to make a pretty Fall decoration for our dining room table.

The woods in our back yard are covered with leaves, but there is still some green in the landscape. I look forward to watching the leaves turn even more colorful as we reach Autumn's peak. I hope you enjoy these photographs and have a great weekend! xx

Monday, September 28, 2015

A Stroll in Central Park

Hi everyone, we're having an Indian Summer in New York with temperatures still in the 70's and 80's in the warmest September I remember. I took a stroll in Central Park on a beautiful sunny day where flowers are still blooming and the landscape is luscious and green. I hope you enjoy these pictures of the last days of Summer. I will be taking a little break and will be back with colorful foliage photos when Autumn arrives for real (though it officially started last week!). Be well and see you soon! xx

Saturday, September 19, 2015


to reach the sky
once again

in the woods-
learning from trees
how to stand up to storms
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Dear Friends, this weekend I'm sharing haiga, which is a combination of haiku and picture. These were inspired by my love of both the city and the country. The first is a picture of the New York City skyline, where you can see the Freedom Tower on the right, a wonderful tribute in memory of the victims of 9/11. I took the picture from the Brooklyn Promenade. The second is a picture of the woods in my own backyard. May we always stand tall. Peace. xx
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Friday, September 11, 2015


I wonder where you're headed tonight on this cold September night, as you cross the threshold into a new season. Do you have shelter or is your home a cardboard box neatly folded to keep you dry from the rain. Will someone have compassion for where you've been and how you got here and pull you up to help you reach new heights. Or will the fog of indifference cloud the sky. I wonder if you will make it or become another statistic, buried on page 5 of a faded newspaper--the same newspaper you use as a blanket to keep you warm. Or will someone show kindness to give you hope. Whoever said home is where the heart is, didn't understand life on the street. For the street is heartless where you lay your head on rough cement, while others sleep on satin sheets, unaware. I wonder if a dropped coin in your cup is enough. Or what will it take until your cup runneth over.

if you look up
you can see starlight
guiding you home

Dear friends, this weekend I'm sharing a haibun, which is a combination of prose and haiku. This piece was inspired by a homeless person I see every day on the street on my way to work. I didn't take a picture of him to respect his privacy. Instead, I took pictures of a crossroad and empty chairs on cement, perhaps to signify isolation and hopefully a movement toward change. Next week, I will be doing some volunteer work to collect and bring groceries to low-income families to help them survive and stay off the street. A small act of kindness can make a world of difference.
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Saturday, September 5, 2015

a dream ... suspended

a dream floats in the air, like an early Autumn leaf
suspended between fears and desires-

how much would be missed, if you let it go
if it falls, crumpled and unfulfilled-

catch the dream while it's still golden-
hold it tight in your heart, go after it

for a dream is fleeting, it's up to you
to make it come true

Dear friends, this poem was inspired by a little floating leaf I saw in my backyard this weekend. It was hanging on so beautifully and hopefully like a dream in the making.

It's amazing how, in early September, the leaves are already turning a golden yellow. I look forward to watching them turn into more vibrant colors as we get deeper into Autumn.

Happy Weekend! xx
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Saturday, August 29, 2015

who do you miss?

quiet mornings, golden
light at the break of dawn-
gentle awakenings

afternoon delights, picnics
beneath the old oak tree-
strawberries and cream

carefree days, walks
on white beaches-
sand in striped sandals

evening talks, lingering
looks, silence in between-

candlelight dinners, chocolate
mousse in tall glasses-
little black dresses

moonlit nights, starry-eyed
gazes, warm embraces-
all that she misses

Hi everyone! This poem was inspired by a board I saw at Grand Central Station on the way to the subway train in New York City. People stopped by to write on the board who they missed. What a sweet thing to do and thought-provoking as well. There is always something interesting to see on my commute to work. The board was up for a day and then it was gone. Enjoy the poem and photos and have a great weekend! xx

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Sunday, August 23, 2015

A Perfect Summer Day

you are to me like a perfect summer day
your smile is sunshine that warms my heart

your love nourishes me, refreshes me
like spring water from a garden's fountain

you cheer me up like a meadow of yellow blooms
below a sky as blue as your eyes

even the clouds are beautiful
you are a refrain from impending rain

you are my refuge from life's burdens
my rock, my strength

Dear friends, I hope you're enjoying the summer! This poem was inspired by a visit to a public garden in New York near my home. It featured a beautiful fountain as a center focal point.

The lawn was beautifully manicured with splashes of bright colors and yellow blooms.

Here is a close-up of the cheerful yellow blooms. I do love a perfect summer day!

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Saturday, August 15, 2015

Look Up

as sunrays
and patches of blue sky
shine through a canopy of trees

forming a green arch over you
purifying the air
and the soul

Dear Friends, today, I'm sharing a Fibonacci poem. with a syllable count of 1,1,2,3,5,8,8,5,3,2,1,1. This was inspired by sitting outside in my back yard and looking up at the trees. I have quite a variety of tall trees--pine, spruce, oak--and fresh air!

I'm also sharing a window view of the trees from inside my new home. On the windowsill, I placed a basket full of Impatiens, which like the shade and just a bit of sun shining through.

I hope this post inspires you to look up and on the bright side of things!
Have a great weekend! xx

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Saturday, August 1, 2015

In the Moment

time is endless yet slipping away
through my fingers

a delicate balance between
holding on and letting go

of pastel memories
each moment, a tender petal

so precious, so fleeting
counting none but sunny hours

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This  poem and its last line was inspired by a sundial with the inscription, "I count none but sunny hours," I discovered in a local public garden in New York near my new home. You can see a close-up of the sundial and its inscription in my fourth photograph. I took the other pictures as I was walking around the garden, so beautiful with colorful summer blooms. The sundial made me think about how fleeting and precious time is, each moment to be appreciated. Enjoy my poem and photos and have a wonderful weekend! xx

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Saturday, July 25, 2015

Chasing Rainbows

If I could
take away your tears
I would give them up to the sky
transform them into healing rain
to fall on you, each drop
a blessing to soften sorrow

If I could
take away your scars
I would give them up to the sky
transform them into sparkling stars
to fall on you, each beam
a blessing to brighten darkness

If I could
take away your doubts
I would give them up to the sky
transform them into curving rainbows
to fall on you, each color
a blessing to restore hope

My dear friends, this poem was inspired by a rainbow sighting earlier this week you can see in my first picture. It's amazing how rainbows form as it's raining! The second picture is in New York City, after a rainy day, I love the light and reflections in the skyscrapers across the bridge. This was taken near Grand Central Station at Pershing Square. I hope you enjoy my poem and street photography. Happy weekend! xx

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Saturday, July 18, 2015


you looked at me with curious eyes
wondering who i was, looking back at you
with the same curiosity and wonder

a new visitor and friend in the making
harmonious with your surroundings
unafraid, uninhibited, unbound

agile and free, grazing on the grass
moving about gently and with grace
you made my morning a little brighter

a little more hopeful that such a bond
is possible within humanity, too
that such peace can be achieved

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Hi everyone! This morning I had a visitor in my back yard -- a beautiful deer grazing on the grass. She looked right at me through the patio glass door, probably curious as who this new person in the house was. Maybe she was trying to get to know me. I immediately grabbed my camera but didn't want to go outside for fear she would run away scared. So I took a picture through the patio glass door and then turned it into abstract digital art. I loved the way she blended in with nature in perfect harmony with her surroundings. If only the rest of the world could be at peace like this -- so simply, so wonderfully!