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Friday Photos–Contrast

Focus

What’s clear depends on where you’re focused.
Where’s your focus?

Yellow

But I have always thought that these tulips must have had names. They were red, and orange and red, and red and orange and yellow, like the ember in a nursery fire of a winter’s evening. I remember them.

Neil Gaiman

Flora in Philly

Spent a lovely day in Philadelphia today with a friend as I wait for the school year to be over and to head back to the Midwest with our younger daughter. The sun was shining and the plants were jumping into spring…finally. Come enjoy a few of the spring sights with me.

Reincarnation

Some things do get a second chance…

Spring Sunshine

Spring Sunshine

I position my chair in the sunlight streaming through the front window,
the rest of the house behind me
chill in its winter-to-spring transition.

The heat soaks into my grey fleece top
gradually seeping its welcome way through my skin,
into my bones and the center of my body.

Bushes bow slightly before the wind,
waiting to shed their winter bareness for the new growth of spring,
each bare, brown sword-branch tipped with green.

On the porch, a chipmunk overlooks the buttery daffodils and fragile narcissus
ever so slowly raising their rain-battered heads
from soaked obeisance into erect beauty.

Two goldfinches swoop down, perching in the largest bush,
tiny bird-lanterns heralding the start of another Saturday
as a cloud ship moves regally through the sky ocean.

Hard and soft

Some days…

Haven’t we all had days like this?

Daffodils–two haiku with photos

Daffodils emerge
Lifting buttery faces
Towards celestial twin

Yellow flower spears
Bravely ignoring weather
Rend the foggy air