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Fantasy and light

Oh, what a sight!

Imaginations ignite

Creativity takes flight.

Such wonder and delight

Wandering like nomads

Along designated paths

All through the night.

Celebrating Staten Island’s

Bubbles of another kind

bubbles on my mind

Bubbles in here

bubbles everywhere.

Bubbles in warm light

bubbles in cool

Am I becoming

Movement in the woods,

How nice...

So much movement

I can’t keep still,

The trees can’t keep still,

Festival of Lights

Gold, amber, white

Lights shining bright

First try

Take a look,

Second look.

Is it good?

Beached, aground,

Ashore, Abandoned,

Left behind,

Usefulness over.

Only purpose

Summer Days

Summer!

Time to shed

Layers of clothes

Venture outdoors

For activities

That were not possible

Just three months ago.

Fishing, Swimming,

Sunbathing,

Hanging in the park

Being among the flowers

The Fourth

Celebrate!

Let us celebrate

The freedoms

We hold so dear.

Let the parades

March!

Let the fireworks

Shower!

Let the bar-b-cues

Sizzle!

Celebrating

Our 240th birthday.

Happy Birthday

Winter Rainy Days

Wild winds, fierce rains

Like the first day of forty.

Sleeting rain, blustery and cold

Coming down

In never ending sheets,

Thundering

On the asphalted streets.

Waves crashing,

Sodden soil,

Resulting in puddles.

When suddenly, it all ends

Snowstorm

Snowstorm

Ferocious and intense.

Allow for slowing down,

For meditation,

For introspect.

A time, out of time.

Away from the hustle

And the bustle.

All outdoor

Covered in a mantle of white;

Everyone leaving their mark-

A trail of where they have been;

A trail made in silence,

As the white blankets all sound.

Then, as the precipitation ceases,

Activity escalates again-

Shovels begin clearing paths,

Colorful World

What is the benefit

Of a colorful world?

Being able to discern

A kaleidoscope of colors

At least 256, or

Maybe over a million.

Color distracts,

Keep our eyes

Focused on the inane,

The insignificant.

Almost never on the

Meaningful, the important.

But, aah, when the

Two collide...

It can only be called...

Black and White

What would it be like

If we saw the world

In black and white?

No color at all,

Everything shades of grey.

We would not be

Distracted by color

But instead

Use textures to play.

Textures and tones

Would become the norm

And our perception

Would be transformed.

The things that held

Your interest before

May become trivial

And you noticing more.

Oh, to have a taste

Of that black and white world

Where only tones and textures

Vibrant Colors of Fall

Vibrant colors of fall,

How we miss thee.

The yellows, golds, oranges and reds;

Blend together harmoniously.

But alas this show of nature

Is fleeting in its display.

For soon the winds of winter

Will blow them all away.

Then the cathedral

Framed by majestic trees

Become columned,

Rock-strewn alleys.

I will miss you fall

When you are finally gone,

For you provide perfect weather

Sleepless City

There is so much to behold

In the city that never sleeps.

The building lights like

Far away twinkling stars

Marching across the cityscape.

Closer at hand, the street lights

Like mini suns

Shine down on pedestrians,

Motorists and pavement alike.

Elements that come together

And create a tapestry

Lazy Days of Summer

Lazy days of Summer

Time to reflect

To take it slow

Notice things we

Take for granted everyday.

Things we hurry and scurry

By on our way thru life.

The lazy days of Summer

Exploring the world

In our backyards,

And our front yards

Savoring the minutia

In our surroundings

thru special eyes.

Allow the lazy days of summer to

Remind us of childhood days

Enjoying our innocence

Delighting in the sounds

Of chirping birds.

Spending the afternoon

Watching the late summer rain

Beat against the window pane.

Wishing we could go out to play

And feel its moisture

Upon closed eyelids.

Ahhh, those long forgotten