Thursday, April 27, 2017

The Awakening

Waking from a deep sleep
the forest yawns and stretches out
stiff limbs

A warm light caresses
the lifeless branches
coaxing out curious puffs
of fuzzy magic

Tiny creatures
poke their heads
from the dark earth.

Such shy, fragile things

Rain falls
and falls
seeming endless

It must reach deep
to stir those
who continue to sleep

Ice transforms to a more fluid state
allowing the fish to escape
their cramped indoor existence

Each flower celebrates
its release
from bulb form

with a glow
whose light, colour and presence,
outshines its real life size

Silly characters pop out of the lawn;
a happy, unplanned surprise.

I suppose I must thank the squirrels
for this one kind act
among the multitude of mischievous
re-plantings they perform in the fall

Daffodils emit an otherworldly glow;

They seem to siphon their colour
directly from the sun
becoming landlocked beacons of light
for us,
winter weary travellers

With an uncanny ability
to sense Spring air
they have yet to breathe

rescued from last year's frost,
burst into joyous bloom

timid colours

dances on the
ever-warming breeze
sneaking in through
windows that now remain
a crack open

Early bloomers
know their time
will soon be over,

buds give way to seed

Nature reminds us every day
in colour, shape and form -

It's always about Transformation!


  1. Beautifully artistic. You have a way of nice way of telling a story with colors and words!

  2. Oh, your pictures and words are breathtaking. Thanks for sharing

  3. Wonderful softness in every shot!

    xoxo, Juliana | PJ’ Happies :)

  4. Which is more beautiful the pictures you paint with words or those you paint with your camera? Your unique and thoughtful posts make me pause, breathe deeply, and emotionally connect. Thank you for that!


Thank you so much for your kind words :)