Monday, April 26, 2010

Monday, April 19, 2010

Wolff in Brooklyn

Spring Upstate

The Rail Trail's path saunters out over the river and then abruptly halts and morphs back into its old trestle self and tip-toes across empty space, merging with rocks and green.

In the garden the daffodils dance and the hyacinths curl their curls, dense with perfume. Everywhere the new green aches to become sky.



Monday, April 12, 2010

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

good weather

The daze of spring: the blue bells blue and the lemony dance of the daffodils. Down the streets of NYC the trees bloom in a silent applause of kisses.
The body walks this way and then that trying to find the path that mimics the eyes delight. The sunlight pours everywhere in a generous deluge.
We wake up, ready or not, our reserve unreserved, our heart windows open, and the mind running away from us down the stairs and out the door...