The Waxing Gibbous Moon’s Visit

Who left the moon on last night? In the night, I woke up wondering who was shining a light through my window so late. A few hours earlier - around midnight - it was the flashing lights and sirens of police cars, ambulances and fire trucks. Brooklyn, Friday night. I pulled back the curtains and saw the moon, … Continue reading The Waxing Gibbous Moon’s Visit

Winter Song in Brooklyn

       Winter Song A cardinal tapping at my window called and in Brooklyn, this melody is rare. A lilting and beautiful high pitched tone, a Christmas song, gift, heavenly visitor, I thought. From the bare mulberry tree the feathered body flew then stopped between locked iron window bars and caught between them, trapped I feared. The … Continue reading Winter Song in Brooklyn