Epitaph by Juan Gelman


A bird lived in me. 

A flower traveled in my blood. 

My heart was a violin. 

I loved and didn’t love. 

But sometimes I was loved.

I also was happy: about the spring, the hands together, what is happy.

I say man has to be!

Herein lies a bird, a flower, a violin.





Orchids & Poetry

Orchid Room

Something beautiful for the mid-winter blues.

Orchid Room at Longwood Gardens, Kennett Square PA. Orchid Extravaganza begins January 25! Escape winter’s cold in our beautiful Conservatory.

Photo by Larry Albee — with Sue Stafford Hall and Francis Chen.

Ladies in Glass Slippers

Such a tizzy on the lawn

ere the crowning of the dawn,

as tiny feet on woodland lanes

twinkle soft with sweet refrains

…softer than the tulip’s chime

…sweeter than a rose’s clime

where fairest ladies in glass slippers

dance beneath the sky’s bright dippers.

Woebegone their frets and cares,

rescued by the prince of air,

sweet Cinderellas, all a blush,

splashing scent as petals brush

…fairer than a thousand rhymes

…brighter than the stars sublime

as fairest ladies in glass slippers

dance amid the sky’s bright dippers.

Nimble winds most wicked play

as violins and harps sashay–

windblown flowers all a bliss

delirious with midnight’s kiss.

Moon begins his bedward climb

as Dawn puts on her dress in time

to see her orchids in glass slippers

… whisked away by dashing dippers!

Written by ma belle