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.

Thursday, December 31, 2015

A Shiny New Year - 2016!

Pop the cork on this New Year.
Drink deeply.
Let the bubbles tickle your nose.
Savour each moment.

May you be surrounded by warmth, love and light.
Happy 2016!

Thursday, December 24, 2015

Christmas Gifts

This Christmas...
Let the world know Peace

Let the sky be full of Hope

Let our hearts overflow with Love

Wishing a Merry Christmas and Happy Holiday to all my blogger friends.

Thursday, December 17, 2015

Gone To Seed

Seeds are marvellous mini-miracles.

To look at them, one would never suspect
that inside each tiny package,

a seed,
dry and wrinkled,
some no bigger than a grain of sand,

Could contain the power of

If you didn't witness it with your own eyes
would you believe it at all?

To begin this transformation
the plant must first come
completely undone.

It drops this gift-wrapped,
blueprint of itself
to the ground

Where it must remain
buried deep
in the dark

Until the light
calls it back
to life

Miracles occur in the most unlikely places.
There are more miracles
in a square yard
of earth
than in all the fables
of the world.