Showing posts with label Fall. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fall. Show all posts

Saturday, November 4, 2017

Chrysanthemum Bee & Me

In my inner space I resonate,
buzzing symbiotically,

snuggling up in yellow pollen,
resting my wings in lavender petals.

Saturday, October 28, 2017

Manarch Butterfly Rests on the Way to Mexico

Having lost the directions to the local Milkweeds, Monarch is faced with the prospect of resting amid the dizzying chrysanthemums. Thankfully, Monarch still stands out!

Friday, November 25, 2016

Autumn Remains of the Day

Thank you for your service....
Callery Pear Tree Leaves, November 24 2016


Thursday, November 17, 2016

Apple Harvest Time Along the Reservoir

I was stuck on a limb on the upper east side,
I haven't a clue how I got there!
I was hungry and cold and I needed a nap,
I was lonely and full of despair.
I was inching along in the best way I could, but
I haven't got feet, and I slipped on the wood!
I am fortunate, though,
I fell onto this hole! So,
I ate and I ate, and I'm gaining some weight,
I am warm, I feel great, all I need is a mate!
I am ready nourish my soul!

Along the East Side of the Reservoir, Central Park

Saturday, October 22, 2016

The Rainbow Fountain, Conservancy Garden, Central Park

Our graceful Rainbow plays for a moment in the Italian Garden Fountain. As you can see, Rainbow is already vanishing back into its transparent spirit home. Fortunately, our brave photographer arrived just in time!

A fall afternoon in the Italian Garden

Saturday, October 15, 2016

The Secret Garden: Saga of the Sparrow Bowl

It may seem as though the secret garden is an idyllic spot for calm and serenity, but even in paradise there is strife. Our brave photographer was sitting quietly among the berries and the fall lilies, watching Ounce an lots of friends playing in the Sparrow Bowl, when all at once, Red Cardinal came swooping down, scattering sparrows right and left!   Perhaps this swooping was innocent enough, but our brave photographer was so stunned by the chaos that Ounce was entirely forgotten!  Ounce  was furious, and a furious, wet sparrow is a dangerous thing.  Ounce dive-bombed a couple of times and practically drown trying to save the sanctity of the sparrow bowl. 

Amazingly, as stunned as our brave photographer was, the footage was still in the cloud!

Conservancy Garden, October 2016, from daylight into evening
Central Park

Thursday, October 6, 2016

Feathered Red Herring Relaxes in the Secret Garden

Catbird and Cardinal play in the red autumn water.  Ounce couldn't help joining in.

Hey! I know it's blurry, but it's a start!

Saturday, August 29, 2015

Fall Day

Off to school with sharpened promises.
Seeking a simple space reserved for me.
Oh how I wished and waited, loved and prayed.
May I have a pleasant dream, a morning full of breezes?
Now and then a glance my way, shooting light through a hidden shard.
How I wanted to pursue you--
Where was that spark inside my soul,
Whispering through the painted leaves--
“I love you”
“You can count on me”


Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Once Upon a Time in the Early Fall

Walking along on the wrong side of the sunny street, I took it upon myself to wonder,
why does the world seem a little bit shallow; flat maybe, not up to my usual standards?

It seemed as though I'd been on this very block before,
once upon a time in the early autumn.

So as last resort I took a walk.
A walk! Oh, how I have missed my walks!

See that sunlit sky as blue as starch, edging over that limb?
It’s pushing away the grey underbelly of the day.

Is that a sparrow resting a minute on a colden rail?

My Gosh, it’s Ounce! Our little Ounce,
fluffed up and balanced as a ball.

Ounce is off now, to sip from the edges of a late fountain fall.

Oh dear, I was so excited I forgot to take a picture!  Don’t worry though, we made an appointment.


Saturday, December 14, 2013

It's LIfe, Just LIfe, It's as Simple as That

Passion slicing into waiting cells
I-ching tossing wake up dreams
No more pickup-stix with broken spirits

It is him, just him, that's what it seems
A base note playing with a rare perfume
A tangle full of top notes, singing

Almost as though it were actually me
Is this the way it ought to be
This is the way of the inside me

That movie-raptured side of me
Chondrial self without the layers
Dharma self, made up of chi

Living in a palomino day
Soaking with the breath of life
sinking Into the sunny layer
Into who am I am I me am I you am I
Yes! Oh how I want that way to be

Rusty leaves, dry stalks and slippery greens
Pulsing with the drum of life
Transparent with the juice of winter apples.

Italian Garden, Conservancy Garden, New York Central Park

Monday, November 25, 2013

The Border Places

Rusty with life I flee the stainless streets,
escaping to the border places,
neon blinks through half a sign.
Dark wood angles jut and flounder
on their way to make up a house.
Galvanized garbage can broken on the sidewalk,
lid almost covering the mess inside.
Loose wires hang over broken grass,
holding on in the front-yard dust.
Green planks cross-hatch behind the steps,
covering the belly of the porch.
Inside the floor is still swept clean;
There's a curtain instead of a door.
Hangman stalks the inside house,
waiting for a turn of events.
Across the Harlem Meer

Saturday, November 2, 2013

Thursday, October 24, 2013

On Geographical Cures

The clock strikes the hour, that’s what they all say
But is it eight? Is it late? Shall we call it a day?
When we met it was spring with the buds being born
Now it’s springtime again and I’m feeling forlorn.
What’s in it for me, said the mouse to the owl
“Come closer, you’ll see”, said the owl on the prowl.
“You’re burning so bright”, said the moth to the light
“Yet whatever I do you just sit there despite
All my flutters and flitters designed to excite!
Are you just too bright for a romance tonight?”
If we all only knew what to do when deluded
By fauna and flora with light bulbs included
We might satisfy a grand plan or grand mal--
The heck with it! I’m going to move to Nepal.
Things are better in Nepal,  there’s no doubt about this
I hear it all the time, "Nepal is pure Bliss".
Or perhaps a magic pumpkin patch will do  this time,
It's nearby, that's why! And the weather is sublime.

Pumpkin Patch 20131020-IMG_1034.jpg
Bunnell Farm-- Litchfield. Connecticut

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

West Cornwall Covered Bridge, West Cornwall-Sharon, CT

The West Cornwall Covered Bridge spans the Housatonic River. According to Wikipedia, it opened in 1841.

Sunday, December 9, 2012

Let me touch the day with you.

Just take my life, I hand it over, palm full and pulsing.
I have no stories to tell anymore,
No more backups and no more clogs,
no retrievals, and no Aha!s

They went down the drain with the last hurrah;

Give me the point of the captured moment,
when the day is lost in the stars.
Give me the time for letting go,
When faith is as real as a unicorn,

Tell me the way to carry you with me
In the puddled sway of eternity.
Show me the season for a peak at life
and a burnished turn of events as well,
come with me into the space between
the ring of truth and the tolling bell.

Harlem Meer from 109th and Fifth Avenue

Saturday, December 8, 2012

Late in the dead afternoon I crawled
Up the boulder bunched against a foothill.
I don’t remember why, not now.
I remember the achy feeling though,
And the shallow, predictable demise of it all,
After those compass-free days,

What buried treasure touched the fire,
What silky agent pierced the boundary line?
The narrow roadway, white and chalked,
Hemming the highland summer meadow,
Could I forget those stars, however misaligned?

Would I delete that edgeless, radiant, holographic night;
Could I forget you, and would I live a single day?

Could I forget you

Saturday, December 1, 2012

Discovery! Burning Bush!

Has there ever been a more synchronous, resonant, convenient and suitable place for storing a  Burning Bush?


Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Making the Connection

Why is that  plug 4 inches from the socket?
      Was it that small coincidence that set it off?

Maybe we should splice it with a piece of life,
      Connect those missing kaleidoscopic dots.

And by the way,
      I do know about those consequences.

     ( I read a lot)


Sunday, November 25, 2012

New Fall Parking System

Over and over New York traffic police have tried to manage ticketing with grace and accuracy. However, they have been constantly hampered by budgetary and aesthetic considerations. Multiple methods have been in place to solve these problems, but the most exciting is the new pilot YellowLeaf Study Project.   YellowLeaf simply models the wind, seasons and weather. As you can see, the vehicles that have been parked for sometime can be easily identified. Did you not respect Alternate Side of the Street Parking? You have been punked!


Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Drowning in Fall

Shimmering in the wind, the dry reeds rattle
Rattle, swish
Time clatters away with a thud.

Drowning in yellow leaves, fall sneaks in through the cracks
Torn by the wind.
Harlem Meer after the Storm