She whispers my name... Only I can hear

Thursday, October 21, 2010

The Scent of Apples


Ruby runs gold to brown
Red runs to russet
The leaves fade, fall
Dance upon the ground
A familiar scent
The aroma of apples
Fresh clean crisp

It arrives with fleeting frosts
Bars of gray and brilliant white
Against cobalt blue skies

A feeling for apples
Their texture
The daring flash of color
Peeking from leafy branch
Inviting you to take it in your hand
Pick, hold, ponder



Ageless apples so perfect
Here in the old orchard's mill
Even the juice becomes
Simple cider
Pure, without additives

The press groans, grumbles
As the wheel turns and the stuff of memory
Trapped, ripening in my mind
Year after year since I can remember
Comes oozing out and fills the air
With the scent of apples


Sunday, October 10, 2010

Keep Looking Up

I got a call from my oldest daughter
"The boys and I saw Jupiter's moons! she excitedly told me
"Get your binoculars go outside, and look at Jupiter"
She didn't need to elaborate, she knew I would know where to look

And so I have been looking this past week


With my binoculars, and with my camera





Jupiter, Io, Europa, Ganymede, Callisto






This one is for you Jack Horkheimer


Thank you SO much


Thanks also to Carl Sagan - without whom, I would have been literally lost in this universe