Discovering Beauty in Everyday Life

Time. There is too much time Waiting, Waiting Pinching seconds out of stars Oh how I wish I may and I wish I might Sanctity. There is too much Sanctity Good, Evil Wobbling over the mights and the oughts Through the precious possibilities of days Passing. Oh yes, that too is gone  Forever Last night last year lasting love at last Oh how I wish it would have been that way Cast out, Banned by a rope of circumstance Aching, aching Don’t fall in, do not give in, do not go gently Oh how my face aches and I am the pretty one Space. There is too much space between us Dry Fall Leaves Against a Winter Fence Check this out on Chirbit

Tomorrow....

Once Upon A Time in a nearby field there lived a swarm of summer fireflies. One by one they blinked and blinked away their happy flirty evenings. One day they came upon a lonely Spirit Being, dazed and wandering round and round a nearby diamond-barked tree. “Help, please help," said Spirit Being.  "I've lost my way and I’ve fallen out of favor from the seventh sphere. I have led so many lives already, yet here on earth I shall turn into another living being of flesh and blood and karma.” Just then they heard a high pitched whirring squeal! What desperate straits could bow a string of air with such a cry of agony? Spirit Being and the swarming fireflies rushed and swirled toward the painful cries. Caught! A colony of fireflies was caught in a web of life. Bringing all his strength into his wispy fingers, Spirit Being tore and tore at the web of life. Slowly he untangled one, then two and then a thousand fireflies. “How can we repay you,” asked Queen Firefly. &q

Exploding branches Sizzled and fused by the winter sun Bent and tangled  Barely waiting for spring

It’s a windy day for walks along the river, It’s a harsh day for new buds. It’s a day for worms unthawing in the cold ground. Squish- squash! I saw my first Spring Robin in the greying snow, It was a fat one, fat and full of worms, prancing with the sparrows near the Bush full of wrens. I caught sight of Thimbleful near his covered bridge. He still loves Llufelbmith, still struck dumb and caring, callow in his mossy den. Dry with fall grasses. Old man winter came in bent over in a grey stubbled tree. He thinks he'll live forever, mythic in his hooded menace, ignorant of spring. Never underestimate. I love a snowy print with blurry edges. I love a hint of glitter on a card, I love the smell of summer in the wet muds of spring. Slush- Slush!

It's nearing sundown on 96th Street, and the children have escaped for the night