Showing posts with label central park. Show all posts
Showing posts with label central park. 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.
 
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Sunday, October 29, 2017

Sunday, October 22, 2017

Find the Happy Bee (caution! It could be outside the usual frame)

Is there anything more soothing than a bush full of flowers?




Monday, September 4, 2017

In the Shadow of Water Lilies

I'd like to be underwater again
to swim in the shadow of lilies
I like that purple one over there,
with the crinkly leaves
and the curled up sun,
And shadows weaving the roots

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Friday, July 21, 2017

Pale Lady of the Secret Garden Returns

Oh, it's great to return to my home all clean, but
Where is my dubious, shady patine?
It's great to be back in my pond alright, but
Where are the greens and the darks and the light?
Where are the dabbles and dribbles and tears,
Engraved in my gossamer over the years?

I'll start over, I guess,
and in no time at all
I'll be dripping and messy and ready for fall!

Our beautiful lady of the secret waters--returned after being scrubbed

Thursday, June 29, 2017

Rescue Mission

One moment ago, this lampost was teetering on the brink! This happens every now and then, when conditions are aligned. Fortunately for all of us, a bevy of blossoms were floating nearby and came to the rescue just in time!.

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Secret Garden, Central Park

Monday, April 3, 2017

Brave Buds

Sweet green bud wrapped tight as a new umbrella
sneaking out from winter covers
betting its life on another spring.

Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Gossip!

I don't know what it is, I never saw it before!  Maybe it's one of those dangerous immigrant things from over there!

Oh well, it is kind of cute. Let's wait a while, and see.


Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Meet our new friend Ripple!

So far we don't know too much about Ripple,  but here's how we met.......

I was happening to glance to my left on the way up 5th avenue, when my pointless progress was arrested by an insistent and very demanding TWEET. I turned around, and there was the unmistakable puffy, tweety, happy presence of Ounce.

Ounce hopped and tweeted, and off we went up 5th Avenue and into the Park near the Harlem Meer. I thought Ounce was after a favorite bathing bowl, but it’s too early for fountains.

Before I knew it, Ounce was tweeting and fluffing and hopping, and who floated over but Ripple!

Ounce introduced us, and off they went for a ride on the Meer! I tried to get a photo, but Ounce kept moving around, and then there was the glare of the sun.

I can’t tell you how much fresh air can be packed into a walk.
Ounce on 5th Avenue

Ripple floats in the Harlem Meer

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!

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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

Tuesday, August 30, 2016

The Power of a Silhouette

Feel your toes grip the wet sand
Inhale the Ocean
listen!
The gulls are playing.

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Mission for the Day

1. In today's travels, isolate a small silhouette .  (it should be a ways away, or we can be grabbed by the   nearest 'Q'. )

2. Pause awhile, and let a blessed, unused memory flood your senses. 

3. Breathe deeply.

4. Smile.




Monday, July 25, 2016

The Gold of Life

What will happen to my soul when you are gone?
Will I tack it to a wall in a makeshift frame?

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Reservoir, late evening in July

Tuesday, July 5, 2016

Ounce Takes A Bath

Ounce has developed a Characteristic that is not altogether happy.  Ounce does not like to share.

We know already how much Ounce Loves water.  But look how the entire bathbowl is, in the opinion of Ounce, reserved for sole occupancy.  Of course Ounce finaly gives up and flees!

Our amazing photo-journalist has captured this revealing video.  Click the play arrow, and then click the squarish thing on the bottom right of the video for Full Screen! 

Don't forget to come back....

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Monday, April 4, 2016

A blossom covered day


TWEET!!

 Is that the same dull winter sparrow
bursting with life like a happy bud?
Is that me, with clumps of spirit blossoms resting in my hand?
Me, with a new leaf painted in my soul?

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Reservoir April 2016




Monday, September 7, 2015

The Secret Mourning Dove

Mourning Dove rests at evening in the Secret Garden sparrow pool

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Mourning Dove in Secret Garden

Thursday, August 6, 2015

Cafe Sabarsky in the Neue Museum, New York City

Happy Slightly Blurry August morning at Sabarskies.

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Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Spirit Holiday

I know I missed Easter and Wester, and You,
Thanksgiving and Chrismas, Columbus Day too,
but my Spirit was with you; I had to make do!
I even discovered a secret or two:
The seasons keep rolling the hour glass sifts,
regardless of whether or not I exist.
If I don’t pay attention the matter at hand
continues along just as though it were planned,
Not by me,
Never mind!
I’ve got plenty to do,
without thinking about how
to discuss it with you!
Not that I wouldn’t enjoy the exchange,
If it weren’t so totally hard to arrange.
I think I’ll go look for a wish and a star.
I found one! My gosh! And it isn’t that far!
What a beauty, oh my! Has it always been there?
In my eyes, in my care,
It’s just too much to bear.

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Easter in Central Park ~ 2015


Sunday, January 25, 2015

On Speed Reading

A blank page has nothing, no nothing at all,
but it makes itself over with letters and scrawl,
nevertheless it remains quite pristine
on the edges and margins and spaces between
all those letters and such that don’t matter much
so if I recall it at all
then one word in twenty is plenty.

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Early (really early) Magnolia buds in Conservancy Garden

I've sped read through more books than I can count, and I am really and truly great at it. I have become so proficient that I need only drive by a bookstore to read a book, much like ConEd reads meters. (You may not be aware of the special radio-frequency chips inserted in the spines of most best sellers.) So of course I think you should try it!

Here's How: Open your eyes wide, and focus on your smart phone (how do you think that phone got so smart? Downloads!) Anyway, focus, focus. Concomitantly, Flick the pages past with a suitable finger; I prefer the two middle finger method.

Now, work hard at remembering a few of these senders. Orbitz? Home something? Restoration Hardware? I'm sure you can recall your own favorite fly-bys.

Why bother? I thought somebody might deconstruct this act into meaning segments.

Have a beautiful day with snow and sparkle