Along the Way

The moon was enormous, yellow and nearly full
Hanging low as I drove pre-dawn to arrive on time
“Don’t be late” so I drove on and stared hard not
To forget that giant magnificent high sky glow

The entire field was bright yellow acre upon
Acre covered with sun-colored wall-to-wall
“Don’t be late” so I drove on and stared hard not
To forget that endless electrifying banana glow

Sorry to rush on tomorrow I’ll wake early and stand
Long to take in the nearer full hanging low moon
Sorry to rush on tomorrow I’ll retrace to those
Yellow fields to see up close the golden blanket

Tomorrow.

It Smelled Like Spring

It smelled like spring this morning
Exquisite evocative head-filling waves
Of fresh cut grass and buds hovering
On the brink of full blown blossoms

Crisp air laced with warm sunshine
Inhaling each blustery cool-warm gust
Filling lungs with the anticipation of
Sunny warmth only moments away

Puffy vanilla ice-cream cone fruit trees
Showering down welcome April snow
Rendering greening grass a white blanket
Magical fluffy carpet beneath grateful feet

The Weathered Covered Bridge

It’s completely grey on the outside
The weathered covered bridge
I briefly stand tranquil in its center
Silent while absorbing water melodies
Floating through skinny gaps
Glimpses caught
Sparkling water
Through rough-hewn floorboards
Vibrating under muddy boots
Lumberyard incense
This shadowy space
Sun streams dance

Savored seconds until the next passing

Whale Tails

They were everywhere that cloudy evening
Gasping dusk beauty in every direction
Straight up vertical geyser sprays
Interspersed with barnacle covered
Dripping wet tails gracefully curved
Before the perfect Greg Louganis dive
Sucking a churning watery sink hole
Disappearing black with random white spots
Nature’s quiet clear reminder that even
Quintessential beauty is blemished

Broadway Day

Crack of dawn
Sisters
Train Station
Amtrak
Coffee
Big Apple
Crowded streets
High Line
Ramon with pork and egg
Cursed Child (Part 1)
Hogwarts
Albus & Scorpius
Friendship & love
Fathers
Hermione & Ron
Calamari & Eggplant Parmesan
Cursed Child (Part 2)
Souvenir T-shirts
Fiery Effects
Death Eaters & Dementors
Baby Harry’s Pram
Mother’s love
Fathers & Sons
Standing ovation
Curtain Calls
Hot Fudge Sundaes
7 miles
Hotel Pillows

Resurrection

When I moved the tin trough with the two flowerpots of forest green leaves from under the tree by the driveway to the table on the deck I hoped a resurrection of fuchsia flowers would cascade over the edges of the container within just a few days. In the beginning the small pink flowers had been thick and resolute under the tree in the pan next to the big pot of towering mixed greens and perky white impatience. But the rosy blooms didn’t stand a chance against the insatiable deer. The ravenous bands made short order of the blossoms, leaving behind a sea of unadorned spiny spinach colored leaves. My rescue came late and the bitten through stubs left thick brown islands in a sage sea. Weeks have passed since the emancipation with no sign of burgeoning buds. I worried the deer damage was immutable and the summer would wind down without a renaissance.

But this morning…a perfect tight bud. I’ve named it “my little pink hope” atop a sea of green rubble.