the month of april says farewell

and sings itself into the wings 

with a trill

what a swift and silent beauty

is the barred owl.

birds of a feather

 flock

 together.

 thank you, city daily photo,

for linking us together each day

singing spring

dear sandie,
you bring as much joy to those who know you,
as this thrush brings each time it opens its beak in song.
feel better soon. 

do you suppose

inside this house,

there are featherless chicks

stirring in their paper shells?

in every neighborhood

spring quickens,

stretching her tender pink arms

in the perfumed air

on the train ride home

i finished the last stitches of this little mouse

 and handed it to the darling girl across the aisle

or perhaps baltimore has gone

to the cats

(just for you leia and irina, this is lily, a ragdoll, queen of all she surveys)

baltimore,

it would seem,

has gone to the dogs

at baltimore's sherwood gardens

thousands of tulips held sunlight in their fluted cups

train stations

a place of waiting

(please indulge me in a series of images from my most recent travels)

i'm sending a bouquet to each of you

thanking you for your kind comments yesterday and everyday.

may these flowers stay fresh and fragrant over the coming week while i'm out on the road.

all thirty-three of your years

you have demonstrated the most remarkable capacity for joy.

you are a blessing to everyone you meet and

we are so grateful for the privilege of being your parents.

happy birthday, 

dear one, 

from mama and papa brattcat.

mount wantastiquet draped

in late afternoon light.

nipped by frost,

the magnolia blossoms remain tightly closed,

their pink coats brushed with a brown stain.

a chill wind still blows

but things are definitely looking up.

best wishes to you all.

cats bask in sunlight

their wildness a stirring

 in their deep, inscrutable souls

sculptor dianne shapiro

explains her process

while the half-dressed frogprince waits patiently in the background

for the kiss of a princess... 

or at the very least a pedestrian's praise

"...sun shines through the curtain lace

and shadows wash the room..."  
-lyrics by simon and garfunkel

like a southern belle

the whetstone brook cools itself

with this watery fan

isn't this just how you feel

at the end of the day?

all chewie needs is a mug of bud,

and a broken-in bark-o-lounger.

theme day redux

far from looking cobbled together

this cobbled fence on putney road

has all its rocks in a row

april theme day-cobblestones

our cobblestone roads were paved over years ago

but our town has one cobblestone house

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