Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Sunglasses Required


In cold climates like mine
it seems we wait so long
to feel the heat of the sun
that when Spring does
~ FINALLY ~
arrive



nature rushes
~ guiltily ~
replicating the glow of the burning sun
in as many flowers as she can
to banish our complaints.

Well done!




Saturday, April 25, 2015

Soft Side of Spring


They're so well named, pussy willows,
and something I look forward to
each spring.

Catch them while you can,
they don't last long.

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

The Belle Of The Bouquet


So, Spring has arrived, rain and all
and the flowers
are gathering speed
- underground -
This means I don't yet have
any flowers to celebrate.



Lucky for me
one of my daughters received
a beautiful bouquet of flowers
and this fuchsia beauty caught my eye.


Wednesday, April 15, 2015

On The Wings Of Spring


Flying in ahead of Spring
before the snow has left the ground
birds arrive
to fill the air with their
wishful songs.


They rummage through the dead leaves
that cover the sleeping garden
in search of bugs and other goodies
invisible to my eyes.


The backyard is filled
with their silly antics,
their chatter and squabbles
as they argue over nesting spots
and rights to my feeders...
but mostly they gather in noisy families
to celebrate the end of winter.

Saturday, April 4, 2015

Thursday, April 2, 2015

Fresh Spring Hare


A new visitor to my garden.
Like me, this hare is wondering
where the bright greens
and flowers of Spring
are.


Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Snow Fool Like An April Fool



Every day in Montreal
is
April Fool's Day
until every last speck of snow
is
GONE!



In protest
I'm going to post
Spring flowers from 2014
until they actually
appear in my garden!



Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Bare Beauty



Have you ever noticed a tree standing
naked against the sky,
how beautiful it is?

There is a poem, there is a song.



Every leaf is gone and it is waiting for the spring.
When the spring comes,
it again fills the tree
with the music of many leaves,

Which in due season fall
and are blown away.

And this is the way of life.

~ Krishnamurti ~

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