Discovering Beauty in Everyday Life

Crunched , bent, gnarled with beauty, Thrashing  the air with petals, Sizzling with spring, gnashing at the bones. Caught in rampant grace, There is no other year.

Good Morning!!

 Quack Quack I almost lost track The sun is setting And I keep forgetting It’s time to get back And start hitting the sack.

Away with those judges!, They're all full of grudges from when they competed and wound up defeated with scathing reviews for their smudges. Off with the critic! they're all analytic their pristine advice will completely suffice to turn any true artist arthritic. Stick with the masters of grandeur and grace they are scattering beauty all over the place! Every sprig must be clothed, every twig every stem there's a bud and a blossom for each one of them. There's a petal or two that are meant for you too bringing showers of grace to your place, just in case you have something to do that requires a few.

Capitol chemists learns from fully expressed decoration Pear Tree. Capitol Chemists on First Avenue near 85th Street

Shall we stay together one more spring? I’d like to taste a cherry blossom on my tongue and feel the fading winter hand in hand. We could hear the dappled shadows whisper-- We could walk the petal carpet one more time.  I’d like to do that. Yoshino Cherry Trees East of the Central Park Reservoir ~ March 2012

I looked over towards my right, and I could not believe my eyes.  Overnight this entire new Japanese Cherry Tree arrived in full bloom, alone.

My black cat named Shelter Came into my palm on a cold winter evening Not unlike this very day. A little thing, born on the streets and starving. An old German shepherd seemed to want a bite, So home I went with Shelter. That's just the way it happened. I think it's in the nature of things Hydrangeas with Winter Colors in the Conserevancy Gardens

One petal, two petal, three petal four. The numbers are perfect, and so is the score. Could there be a happier moment today than watching these riotous colors at play?

Amid the Milky Ways A stem of sunrises

Summer sliding dumbly toward a muted fall, With faded greens, a yellow here and there and me, Heartsick for no apparent reason, stuck like gum to a sidewalk square. No place to go and no way out except by public transportation. Scraping up my soul I head for home, imagination searching for the way it might have been

As you know, well-mannered sunflowers follow the sun. In Tuscany, for example, field after field of flowers track the sun in happy synchronicity. Gardener after New York Gardener has tried (in obvious vane) to order New York patches into proper, harmonious herds. Jaunty and free, our New York sunflowers catch the light wherever they may.

I was sun-soaked and laughing. When the tide ripped over the broken road Twisting me off at the roots. Numb and quiet, holding my own, I survey the damaged places. Time heals, they say, that’s what they say.   Forget that fake and tawdry glimmer, Half made up; just passing through! Time will tell, that’s what they say.  Leave space for the unexpected.

There is just something magical about blue flowers in the tail of summer

In this bustling city it is tricky to find a nice place to wait before crossing the sidewalk.  Here, a set of yellows rest quietly under a guard of iron arches.