Primavera arrived this week with her sun-golden hair, azure eyes, and fragrance of flowering cherries. She lit my heart. Today, however, she has withdrawn, hiding her countenance behind the overcast sky, shedding cold rain-tears, and silencing her voice of robin-songs as the wind howls the tale of enduring winter. I took a walk in the … Continue reading Shelley: If Winter Comes?
The poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke has been enlightening my mornings, as spring turns into summer. I wake, brew a cup of black coffee, sit by my front window under the shade of the sycamore tree, and let the poet's verses awaken me to the spiritual and sentimental possibilities of the day. On a bright, … Continue reading Rilke: Gazing at Gardens
Hoy, al visitar el Jardín Botánico de Brooklyn, me encontré con un campo azul. Miles de jacintos del bosque (Hyacinthoides hispanica 'Excelsior') han florecido a la sombra de robles gigantescos. Campo de campanitas azuladas / Spanish Bluebells Los admiré y luego intenté retratarlos, dejando mi alma en fotografías, como en los versos finales del "Pequeño … Continue reading Jacintos del bosque
The red-winged blackbirds (Agelaius phoeniceus) returned to the shores of Prospect Lake several weeks ago. Every morning, on my walk across the park, I have listened to their metallic voices calling from the top of oaks, maples, and honey locusts. Theirs is a simple, haunting, repetitive call, like a mantra: first a short phrase, with … Continue reading Red-winged Blackbirds
I welcomed April by visiting the Brooklyn Botanic Garden on a cool, sunny day. Nature then blessed me with the gift of daffodils. My friends and I were cutting across from the Native Flora Garden towards the Shakespeare Garden when we came upon Daffodil Hill. To our exhilaration, the hill was covered by white, yellow, … Continue reading Dancing with the Daffodils
¡Es primavera! Admiremos a nuestro cerezo en flor. Sakura en Windsor Terrace: Esquina de Sherman Street con Eleventh Avenue. 春です 桜お 一緒に 見ましょう。 Haru desu. Sakura o issho ni mimashou. Flores brotando del tronco del cerezo.
Daniel G. Campos 