Yearning For Returning

Biltmore House

Bass Pond

Begonia

Golden Azalea

Tulip

Wisteria

Pansies

Daisies

Orchids

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Yearning For Returning

26 April 2017

I’d like to go back once more.
Tell the Inn to save me a room
To see flowers at the Biltmore
When the azaleas are in bloom.
Let me visit when the tulips blossom
And the hanging wisteria’s awesome.
I love the colors of the pansies
That match to hues of the daisies.
I want to explore the conservatory
That shows off varieties of hybrids,
Including an amazing begonia variety
And bountiful sprays of orchids.
Let me stroll down to the Bass Pond
To see the brick bridge reflected,
The calm water and the trees beyond;
So my joie de vivre gets resurrected.

Sundown Out On The Town

Sundown Out On The Town

24 December 2011

I drove with friends over the bridge 

To Coronado. Below the ridge

We parked on Pomona and walked 

Past the Boathouse to City Hall 

Where we admired and talked

About the photography stall

Of yesteryear's Tent  City.

The fountain had organic styling

With hexagonal and itty-bitty

Cut rectangular tiling

Morphing into curved metaphors.

We crossed the street and

Passed thru Coronado Shores

To reach the beach sand. 

The low tide was out very far, 

Exposing a broad promenade.

We strolled down the sand bar

Watching the breakers cascade 

Down the shoreline. Next we 

Admired house styles amid

Decorations on the way to coffee. 

As we sipped our hot liquid,

We chatted and took in society.

Back out on the street with bravado

We went to a jewel of the local variety

Known as the Hotel del Coronado. 

There we admired the Christmas tree 

In the lobby, then went downstairs 

And outside by the ice skating locality.

On the west of the rink instead of chairs

We found a bench to sit on as time went by

For the sunset. From a cloudless sky, 

The sun leisurely sank into the ocean.

Back inside we listened to a chorus 

Who were dressed in Dickens fashion.

The holiday lights were decorous 

Against the darkening sky.

People taking photos had to ignore us

As we interrupted passing by.

After all was said and done,

The scene I give first place

Was the natural majesty

Of watching the sun

Going at its own pace

Sinking into the sea.