Thursday, May 12, 2016

Softly Into Spring

Spring calls softly from the darkness
She bathes the land in light

To lure us from our slumber
At the end of Winter's night

It's in the whisper of the wind
Her perfume scents the air

Colours appear overnight
Full of dash and dare

Hot and cold play hide and seek
In league with sun and shade

The flowers carry on as planned
Their costumes have been made

Leaves unfurl and petals twirl
Birds trill their serenade

No one can resist the lure
Of a Spring parade

What started as a whisper
Soon becomes a roar

The flowers dance, the music plays
A Spring song I adore.

Friday, April 29, 2016


A simple bouquet of flowers,
plastic-wrapped, propped up in a grocery-store bin,
$5.00 for the dozen.

Like a shimmering mirage
their colours stopped me in my tracks.

After a long Winter
and an even longer wait for Spring
to truly begin,

I was beginning to feel as if I
was trapped in a colourless desert.

I had no idea how much I needed them.

As usual,
it took my camera,
and my all-seeing macro lens,

To reveal the magnitude
of their magic and beauty.

$5.00 a dozen,
it seems incredible...

Because what these flowers have to offer is

- Priceless!

Monday, April 11, 2016

Oh Spring, Where Art Thou?

It appears Spring has been hijacked by Winter,
and is refusing to leave.

Fresh snow continues to fall
discouraging the tulips that have optimistically
poked their heads out of the cold, hard ground.

The forest remains bare-branched and empty.

The only things out to greet me on my walks
are last year's weathered flowers

And the joyous sound of birdsong welcoming
a Spring that has yet to arrive.

The sun assures us it is doing it's best
to move things along,

Casting the most lovely glow on anything
brave or hardy enough to make it through the winter.

And so I admire what fall has left behind;
A gift given once but appreciated twice.

"Adopt the pace of nature, her secret is patience."
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

Yes, patience...
And so I will continue to admire
the longer days and (slightly) warmer temperatures.

While I wait for Spring to truly arrive.

Monday, February 29, 2016

Life In Ice

Night falls and
Curtains of ice drape the windows

Outside, feathers dance
a winter ballet
on a bone-chilling breeze

The tomb seals shut

Freezing anything
and everything that moves

Ice contains no future
Just the past, sealed away

Trapped in that moment

The ordinary becomes extraordinary

Diamonds appear out of nowhere
cut and polished
to perfection

Everything you know - 

Each precious moment -

Changes the view

A world of ice
The story of life

Frozen in time

Wednesday, January 6, 2016

Winter Feathers

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul

And sings the tune without the words

And never stops at all

And sweetest in the gale is heard
And sore must be the storm

That could abash the little Bird

That kept so many warm

I've heard it in the chillest land

And on the strangest sea

Yet, never, in Extremity
It asked a crumb of me.

~ Emily Dickinson ~

Although the sun's heat is far away
The little birds that flit through the coldest days of winter
Keep me happy and warm.