Snow leaves a fluffy blanket of powder over the land.
Light flakes continue to fall from the sky – the air is still as can be.
White outlines the tangled limbs of deciduous trees in the forest,
and weighs down the boughs of cedar and pines –
green underneath.
Gray sky and green grass!
Barren oak trees looming over head
their leaves now lie on the frozen ground
in colors of burnt siena and brown.
You can touch the freezing air with your eyes, and smell its freshness passing by.
The December moon that peered out from the fog last night
awaits tossing into the air from your fingertips, unleashed from an open fist.
The crunching sound of tiny pebbles underfoot as you step outside,
lingers in the stillness of silence, beckoning a storm.
Don’t look for the flaws as you go through life;
And even when you find them,
It is wise and kind to be somewhat blind
And look for the virtue behind them.
For the cloudiest night has a hint of light
Somewhere in its shadows hiding;
It is better by far to hunt for a star,
Than the spots on the sun abiding.
The world will never adjust itself
To suit your whims to the letter.
Some things must go wrong your whole life long,
And the sooner you know it the better.
Excerpt from a poem written by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Published September 1890 in “The Ladies’ Home Journal”
I sure wish I could remember exactly when I took this picture. I am pretty sure it was around 2015. I was in the City, obviously. The picture was shot with my Se iPhone from the New York Academy of Science, which occupied an entire floor of a new post 9/11 building, from where I stood. You can see the footing of one of the Twin Towers. What a nightmarish day that was. But I remember the solidarity amongst people for days, weeks, and months, after it happened. There was a feeling of good will and civility I wish we could replicate today, and one which I hope comes back.
A new bridge
of uneven planks
built on the past
Leaves of yellow, gold, brown and ochre
Siena, red and green,
Maple, oak and ash
scattered ’round.
New seasons, they shall tread,
With fears and hopes and dreams _
Ready to be crossed.
“Why make someone a priority, when you feel you are just an option?” I don’t know the answer to this question, but I think it has to do with ‘letting go’ and being prepared to relinquish control.
Love creates a communion with life. Love expands us, connects us, sweetens us, ennobles us. Love springs up in tender concern, it blossoms into caring action. – Jack Kornfield
A love letter to Amelita.
☮️🩵💛🩵🙏🌙☪️
What a mess it is, this world of AI
spinning on a carousel of Bots.
Can’t even talk to
a human on the spot.
Cast into the Net
and whirled around in jest..
Problems, never solved
Yet we are charged, just the same.
And end up talking to Samson in Nairobi
to fix an issue on the Plains.
How is a person to stay sane?
Spring arrives..
Blue Robin's eggs,
like the color of a crystal clear lake,
are laid.
Hatchlings grow and fledge.
Summer is here..
Raspberries and blueberries
with ice cream and tea
bring cheer.
Fall is near.
On Tiffany Creek 