Category Archives: Odes to Common Things

Peonies: The Floozies of the Garden

I read somewhere that peonies are often referred to as “the floozies of the garden” because of their scene-stealing beauty. These images, captured at blossoms’ peak, are on my desktop, so I can refer to them over and over again … Continue reading

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Barn Red and Apple Blossom Pink

In our town and for miles all around, farmers long ago cleared away fallen trees and wrested out boulders from the soil to plant acres upon acres of apple trees. This was their legacy to their children and their children’s … Continue reading

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Ode to Rough Mornings

Rough morning I do not have to be happy. I do not have to skip on tippy toes for all eight blocks to the subway, whistling. I only have to get from point A to point B with eyes pried … Continue reading

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Ode to a Daffodil

So I am climbing up and up the park stairs to City campus one Monday evening when I pass a bed of golden daffodils laughing.  “Spring is coming, spring is coming,” they gaily prattle as their many-pointed heads jiggle and … Continue reading

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Ode to Transformation

I have always taken a quiet comfort in the changing of the seasons. Even in times of deep despair, there is hope in the certainty that the landscape, now slipping into its winter torpor, will one day reawaken. There is … Continue reading

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Ode to a Lord and His Lady Love

It was 2:18 on a Sunday afternoon and the wedding was set to commence at 2:30 pm. Crap! It would have helped if we’d been a little more familiar with the environs of Poughkeepsie (New York, that is), only we … Continue reading

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Time and Nine Wait for No One

We arrived in the gloaming, half hoping for a shout of recognition or perhaps a few cuddles… Though we immediately knew from the way they stood conspiring in the distance that there would be none. They were already lost in … Continue reading

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