Light Masses Pulling Closer
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Lights pushing, inching closer Magnetized in the falling rain From a Brooklyn to Manhattan Bridge, early summer
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Walking Through the Blessings caught in Blessing Fountain
Sink down inside the hidden places, wait next to the heart of the matter, sense the sharded rainbow nesting there
A Quiet Candle Life
I didn’t know about the mended life I did not expect the quiet I did not anticipate the candle life Soft surrounding flame Holding onto an orange-hot tip Black wick I did not expect a rainbow life Colors melting towards each other Spring rain passing New wet leaves Still I know that raging, jealous, microsecond fire Brassy, logo-driven, neon Staked to the charred past Mind igniting Rescued again by the river of time Tossed back into the candle-dappled day I sink into the moment like a stone.
Ounce Makes Friends and Defends Territory
Ounce is playing in his favorite water bowl of all time, the Secret Garden Burnett fountain. Granted, sometimes Ounce travels near to large bodies of water, but really the preference is for small, contained spaces with a few close friends. Despite an argument now and then (especially with larger birds: Ounce is a little Alpha), Ounce loves having friends over.
Beauty Wrapped in a Blossom (guest photo by Larry C.)
One day I chanced to see a blossom the way it was to a bee, and the way it was to a butterfly, who fluttered over by and by. A lady bug climbed a nearby sprout to see what all the fuss was about. Well, "beauty is as beauty does", and the reason it does is Just Because! Summer Solstice Cresone Flower--Photo byLarry C.
Wind in the Trees in Brooklyn Backyard
AH HH H hh hh hh h h... The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and wither it goeth: So is everyone that is born of the Spirit. John 3:8 --
Was it Balboa? LaJolla in the 50's
Hot, muggy; it’s LA in the dusty days Freeways everywhere Down to La Jolla or is It Balboa? White wood, planked piers, neat. A beachy salt water breeze at last Salt water smells overshadow the fish- Looking down through an unseen world under its blue-green cover. A Glass bottom life. Where was today during all those years? Where was now back then? 50's Reprise; Coney Island 2014