A boat gliding on the water a boat gliding on the water My tears fall like raindrops The depth of my sadness Is reflected in the ever widening circles They make in the still water This morning I slipped under your covers And shaped my body to yours And we lay in our embrace YourContinue reading “a boat gliding on the water”
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To Have and to Hold
Under a maple tree in the afternoon sun on a beautiful day in May We said our vows To have to hold … To love and to cherish Didn’t have a clue about The roller coaster We had boarded Without the faintest glimmer of what the future would hold But that day in May WhenContinue reading “To Have and to Hold”
Gratitude
I write this note of gratitude from the eye of the storm.
Tribute To Jerry Rutberg
A tribute to my father.
Just Sad
I sit and listen to the cicadas and feel comforted by their lullaby and watch a black squirrel navigate the thin branch before it leaps from one tree to another in the morning light. As I sit on my deck overlooking my backyard and the wooded trail behind me I keep coming back to theContinue reading “Just Sad”
The Sun Glistens
The sun glistens in the waters of the Saw Mill The river ripples round the rocks in its midst and rapids just before the water falls The boxwoods and forsythia along it shores have burst into blossom The world seems fresh and new as I watch a Robin fly low over the surface of theContinue reading “The Sun Glistens”
Ode to Tikun Olam
Tikun Olam Those of you who know me,know that I have devoted my lifeto helping those that help others The Talmud states,Do not be daunted by the enormity of the world’s grief.Do justly now, love mercy now, walk humbly now.You are not obligated to complete the work,but neither are you free to abandon it. AsContinue reading “Ode to Tikun Olam”
Meditation by the River
The wind whistles As gusts make a flower bed Of white caps from the east side Of the Hudson To the palisades On its western shore
Through the Haze
Seven decades into this thing called life I am just beginning to see through the haze.
My Shadow and A Cardinal
My shadow and a cardinal, kept me company on the rideThe frogs are sleeping for the season, the winter sun is in the skyI rode past Yorktown, my usual stopping placeI’ve missed the sweat of a hard ride, and had to up my pace I felt my pain rewarded when a white tail deer appeared just as IContinue reading “My Shadow and A Cardinal”
