Showing posts with label poem?. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem?. Show all posts

Sunday, August 28, 2016

Southern Colorado

Time swept you away, and I am left with beauty.

Somewhere near South Park, Southern Colorado

Southern Colorado

Time swept you away, and I am left with beauty.

Somewhere near South Park, Southern Colorado

Monday, December 30, 2013

Light cycles

Slowly the light sources readjust, preparing for a new spring.

Friday, February 22, 2013

'Tis Cold, 'Tis Winter, 'Tis Sunless!

Oh Winter Sun, where art Thou? Thou art Missing!
Oh Spring Thaw, why art Thee not nipping at my frozen Roots?
'Tis nigh on March!

Art thou Shy?

Harlem Meer in February 2013

For the likely derivation of this scale, see Fahrenheit, The Straight Dope

Monday, January 9, 2012

Retriever, Golden

How often I ponder, "Why am I not blonder?"
Though golden is nice, being blond would add spice
to my geist and my feist
(and add twice to my price).

I've nothing to lose, so sit here and muse,
my owner's out walking, and I sit here talking
to any believers in talking retrievers
who happen to notice my hues (or my blues).
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Saturday, July 9, 2011

Once Upon a Time

I remember that morning when the grass was as green as a new promise,
And I was off and free, young and restless, bold and happy go lucky.
 I had a borrowed car, and I felt wanted
And I felt rich
And I felt dressed
And all of a sudden I was possible. 
I had a date with an Air Force boy, and off we went.  
Nothing happened.  Nobody saw me quite the way I saw myself.
 I guess new cars were common then, in the last century.

view from my window, summer 2011

Friday, July 1, 2011

Brownstone with Doorway

It’s monochromatic; just brown to be seen,
Not a red, not a blue,
Not a varying hue,
Not a hint of an aquamarine!
Yes, there might be a tan or a green here and there,
And maybe a black or a yellow somewhere,
And maybe a grey or a pink but I swear
There is nothing at all in between.
But wait! Up those stairs, it looks like a light!
Could it be that something’s expected tonight?
There’s a dweller within! Things are not so clear-cut,
The door isn’t closed, only partially shut.
It’s not just a door, but a portal, that’s what!
Just inches away is a magic domain
With promises waiting, with dreams to regain
There's a love to revive with a soul to redeem
With peaches, and oranges and berries and cream.

reservoire at eventide 004

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

One Sunset

What if there was one sunset left?
I know, it’s a cliché of a question, but
What it there was one sunset left?
Would I have the courage to see the beauty,
To watch the final sun move inch by relentless inch,
Darkening, sinking, disappearing into an immovable horizon?
Could I bear to love that simple act of kindness,
That I’d seen ten thousand times before?
What if I knew for certain?
One sunset left (1 of 1)-2

Tuesday, June 7, 2011


So the grass is greener, who cares anyway?
I wanted a taste of the new mown hay.
I wanted that yellow green  straw as well
With a horse and a loft, a particular smell.
When summer rolls in with its rutting bouquet
I remember the boy and his quiet way.
Pentax k5 june 5 (1 of 1)-2

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

A Day for Wishing

I see the time worn chairs of seated yesterdays: 
Overstuffed and spilling springs, smelling of pipe-smoke and dinner.
Morning aftershave with  pancakes, brown with syrup, wet with butter.
A long walk with the trash to the alley with the lilac bushes.

Lilacs! Oh the smell of lilacs!

That was the day that nothing happened. 
That was the day that was born at seven with scrambled eggs at noon;
The day we mowed the lawn and pulled an early dandelion; 
The day we saw the garden snake, and the sidewalk stayed warm from the sun; 
The day with creamed peas and a bedtime story.
That was the best of days.
treebed planiting (2 of 2)

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Falling in Love, Again

I know, it’s dangerous to fall in love
With that sunny leaf rolling out of its bud,
With that just-so razor tipped green.
How did it sneak behind the lines, becoming irreplaceable?
That fragile, bendy, veiny, needy, wispy, happy thing?
That little life on its twiggy wing?. 
So far from Believe it or Not and Daring-Do,
So far from Financial Planning,
So close to my mending heart
Full of its own wet and willow green.
May 12 001New York Kentucky Coffee Tree

Monday, March 28, 2011

Burnished Gold and a Puddle

It’s close to spring; I see it in my window box.
The early morning sun creeps north, thawing at the columbine roots.
We do not give life up easily.
Some say Eros was the son of Iris by the West Wind.
A wanton child he was, torching hearts at random with his burning golden arrows. 
Some say it was the gold that did it.
I came across a small pool residing in a sidewalk
 (Temporarily, of course)
A few fall leaves still shelter there,
Wet and warm with burnished gold.

puddle with burnished golden leaves

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

The Card Game

I’ll go you one better! He said, and tossed in a day of his own.

I saw why he raised me; the day was a snappy one, up early, hit the roaring playing fields, happy after dinner treats.

I’ll call, said I, and threw in one of my best.

A cool morning, sun barely up, afternoon with needles crunching in the dry mountains, evening honeysuckles

I’ve two races won, sweet aftershave and a golden trophy ring, said He.

I guess I’m losing this one then, I said.

I’ve a room of my own with candle wax and soft shadows in the moonlight.

April, 2008

Monday, March 7, 2011


I was at the vanishing point when I met you
No more space between the rails
no more hiding among the driftwood ties

I’d gone too far, I’d paid the pipers far too much
I’ve been at the crossroads hat in hand and left without a trace.
I felt the dry mouth of shriveled yesterdays

Can you tell the shoreline from the shore?
Can you feel the cut cracks in the sidewalk?
Can you taste the iron in the bloody aftermath?

And there you were offering a temporary stay
I held my hand out opened
I let my heart eat the insubstantial nectar, yes!

I clamor back like a ravished cactus
Covered at last with night blossoms
Living inch by borrowed inch

Witch Hazel March 4 2011
Witch Hazel, South of the Metropolitan Museum of Art

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Where are You, Now!

Come towards me faster!  Faster Now! 
I can't stay inside this Greying winter frame another month.
There is no waiting, don't you see? 
My twigs already rage with sap
My roots are swelling, growing
How can I pull  the rich air into my hollow bones?
I crave the smells I need the watered air 
I yearn for green and apple pink!
Come now come closer now I ache for spring
I long to grow I need to grow into a new dimension 
I am full with life and bursting!
Where are my buds? 
What shall I do with all this magic life?

Magic Tree-2 086 Feb 2011
Magic Tree from the North Reservoir Path, Almost-Spring 2011

Saturday, January 22, 2011

A Snowy Foot-printed Path

I crossed this snowy foot-printed path
and I followed along for a ways.
I’ve seen a few trails and tales of grails
so I thought that one of these days
I’d follow the scent just see where they went
and to fend off my certain malaise.

They leapt and skipped and galloped and still
I scampered along with an icy thrill,
when at once they ceased with a swirl in the snow.
What destiny fell them, I’ll never know.
I conceived a great leap to foil a hawk
a hidden burrow
a sheltering rock--

Still now and then when we walk that way
I pause at the spot and remember the day
When that prescient malaise began fading away

planting with rachel plus bethesda 012

Friday, January 7, 2011

In the Crooks and Forks of a Magic Tree

There’s something about a Magic Tree that moves beyond complexity.
I see a trunk of an aging tree, but it’s not so simple as that you see.
Is that shivering twig an omen to be?
Did that gnarly limb reach out at me?
Did that twig-finger point surreptitiously?
Did you see that specter phantom sigh?
Or was that a figment of the eye?

Yet look over there in the crook of a branch
Do you see that wish with a second chance?
That hollow near the warty burl,
Is that a hibernating squirrel?
Look over at that thing on the right,
I think I see an inner light!
And near that fork with the melting snow,
There’s a shelter for those with no place to go.
There’s a landing pad in the upper right,
Where a passing raven might rest for the night.
And if you wander nearby on your way, there’s a hollow of magic just waiting to say,
The thing you need most to hear that day.

Then one day by the fire when it's time to recover, you’ll find a small sliver of something or other,
Let it carry you back to that time sublime, with its parsley sage rosemary and thyme.

after christmas 019
About 83rd, behind the Museum of Modern Art

Thursday, December 30, 2010

Tell Me Again About the Castle

Tell me again about the castle! 

Well, it’s a far one this time, way inside the corner of the mind.
You may remember travelling there, back in '17.
There’s a chilly rose-pink sunset, but I guess that’s just as well, since
Things are as they should be. 
There’s a tall gate that guards the tree lights
and a table set with candles
and a roast with carrots and onions
and walnuts wrapped in sugar cookies.
The fire logs throb with red, the big stones warm the great hall
The planked floor is spread with a soft rug and a knitted pillow.

Dawn breaks with snowy craters, tatted and iced by the night.

 after christmas 016
Snow Castles

Wednesday, December 29, 2010


 Freedom breaking after the winter storm
Over the Central Park Reservoir

Saturday, December 25, 2010


Cathedral of the Holy Virgin Protection
Copy of orthodox church iphone 007

orthodox church iphone 004
59 East Second Street, New York, NY 10003