Showing posts with label spring. Show all posts
Showing posts with label spring. Show all posts

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.


Thursday, May 19, 2016

A bubblegum World


Time shattered that day, when I saw through a crack,
another teaming, seething, crystal world,
(I was stuck on my usual side)

It was a  bubblegum world, with grassy places,
trees awake with new leaves,
old limbs fading with the death of winter,

Look,
There’s a beauty!  Boughs swinging in the windy sun,
searching for a new spring nest.   

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Monday, April 4, 2016

5th Avenue Draped in Spring Mist

The day before rain
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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




Friday, April 17, 2015

My Past Tense Life, hmmm

My past-tense life, full of dangling participles,
A closet full of un-done novels, waiting for their final edit.
Shoe laces frayed from long gone hide and seeks.
Again, again, I see it all, stinging the air in front of my eyes;
Cracking, shattering, splitting, fading,
Finally the here and now again.
I see it all. I do from time to time,
I conjure up an arrow, cat gut pulling—
Don’t let me go!
I see my flabbergasted sinews dangling loose,
Their life swooshing toward some unknown target.
No bulls eye here for me!
Should I have stayed with that simple dartboard after all?
Well, now here I am, a feather for a friend,
Sinking into a spring-green branch.
What time is it anyway? ‘63 in Paris? Or Milan in ‘71?
Why drag that blackened coal-shoot past
Into this sparkling, solar-driven day?
It’s time to let those finite multi-sided polygons
Leap for their circles at last!

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Monday, May 5, 2014

Robino Comes Home!

Amazing. We almost didn't recognize Robino. It was a difficult trip this winter, and a long, long winter to boot. Poor Robino! I know there was a lot of girth that wasn't totally accountable from feathers, but this slim, happy Robino. Well! What a nice surprise!


Robino surveying his old territory near the Metropolitan Museum in Central Park

Thursday, April 24, 2014

Yoshino Cherry Trees Blooming

Spring in New York is the most beautiful time! These beautiful blossoms are from the original Yoshino Cherry trees, a gift from Japan in 1912.+

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Monday, April 14, 2014

Shadow Lands

Clickity klack, klickity clop, no wait. Clippity clop clippity clop. Oh, who cares? When was the last time you saw a horse clippity-ing anywhere anyway? I mean, I am spending hours in online furniture stores searching for a klik klak ratchet couch for my office. Why is this hard? Why am I doing it anyway?
It’s time for a piece of chocolate while contemplating spring shadows across the Harlem Meer.
Ahhhhh. That’s better.

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Spring Shadows Across the Harlem Meer Pathway

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

The first day of spring

There’s nothing to it, actually.
One simply hangs around a few different time zones, and all things even out.

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From the Airport Train Just South of Santa Fe

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Constant Reminders Needed

To some people this photo may seem awkward, but in New York City we have a terrible time with people dropping their plows.

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New York, Upper East Sude

Sunday, April 21, 2013

We Need to Weed!

Stippity steppity stoop.
I’m always out of the loop.
Whatever goes on,
If I’m right or I’m wrong,
I’m always outside of the group!

The other day
I happened to say
A thing or two
About what we should do
About saving the day.

Not any old day, no, not any at all!
This particular day that’s about to befall
Us is laden with flowers and birds everywhere,
With their pollen and tweets and their devil may care,
And their buds and their twigs and their pre-summer sprawl--
We’ve seen nothing like this since the mess last fall!

Before it’s too late we should mow, we should prune!
We should spray, we should weed, and we must do it soon.
Let it go till tomorrow
And much to our sorrow
The fields and the trails and the streets will be strewn
With Petals! with roots! spirea! and yarrow!

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Central Park Italian Garden, Spring 2013

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Post title

It’s the daily-ness that wore me down,
the over and over and on and on.

Winter thudding along, mashing thoughts of spring into the muddy creases,

Waiting, waiting. Will nothing ever happen?
I am frozen like fingers on a frost-bit doorknob.
No don’t try to open it, I’ve tried.

Oh, it’s the daily-ness of winter, where is spring?
How can I stop this brain-dead dialog,
conjuring up a wrinkled copy of last year’s anticipation?
Can't I give it one more try?
Force out one more inaudible day?

Waiting on the curbs and playgrounds,
watching through the doors and windows,
trudging after draining, unmet expectations
along that repetitious path into another afternoon.

I saw the yellow first and then that somehow different green:
transparent, sun-lit, red-tipped, replicating life.
Sun slanting and shifting through the afternoon showers,
breaking into rainbows.

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English Conservancy Garden, April 2013



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English Conservancy Gardens, Central Park April 2013

Friday, April 5, 2013

Grackle Observing Phenomena

Grackle watching spring unfold in Central Park

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Central Park Near the Boathouse




Mission for today:


Take care to notice one bird; sparrows are usually available. See how it moves from flight to landing to flight. Watch it do something sparrow-ish.

It's always a good idea to take a note.

Inhale...Exhale...

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Saturday, March 30, 2013

Ounce and Friends Discuss LIkelihood of a Free Lunch

I found my sparrow friend Ounce (center) earlier today considering the possibilities of receiving truly free meals from cross-hatched metal tables. As you can see, Ounce has recruited two friends to help analyze the situation. Be it known that it is absolutely heroic to exercise such forbearance in the presence of potato chips, no matter where they are found.

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Ounce and Two Friends Discuss Likelihood of a Free Potato Chip Lunch


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A Decision is Reached


Sunday, March 17, 2013

Speak to me, I am listening

Speak to me I am listening, dreaming of daytime
With fresh snow dripping over a green-tipped bud.
Like the sage I am listening, talk with me.
Can you find the figure in the ground?

New spring is eating the fleeting footnotes!
Why is the ibid not quite the same as last time?
Why is there a space after the last quotation?
Is there no center line no passing lane, no stop and starting over?

Why waste the daylight brooding over last year’s bundle
huddled in a sidewalk corner
frozen maybe in the night wind
covered maybe with a snow blanket.

It is a spirit thing I know it, but how can I pull over?
Not even a mist to quite pin down those cirrus skyway lanes.
Oh I do know where they go; I’ve been there once before.
I know all about the territory,

Days blending in the linoleum kitchen floor
With their long aprons and smelling of bleach
Taking the back stairs down to the fruit room
Looking for Oregon cherries.

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Monday, March 11, 2013

Immitation Spring

Searching, waiting, watching
Wondering, praying, pretending
Wishing, imaging, insisting!
These old green leaves,
Wintered over,
Simulating new spring green,
Witch hazel, yellow and orange,
So like forsythia, yet!
Where is the booming yellow,
Crashing over banks and edges,
Catching a sniff of dainty pink?

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Sunday, March 10, 2013

Sacred Transitions

Light guides us into spring,
protecting the last fall leaves.

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Friday, March 8, 2013

Snowdrops! Spring is Taxiing Down the Runway!


Boulder watching over the First Snowdrops of the year.

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