Summer arrives on its own schedule, painting the landscape a luscious green. The heat of the day keeps us tucked in a cool house, but not without restlessness. Ric offers a late afternoon drive and parks near a trail so I can wander in. Tall oaks, beech trees, and maples create a canopy of shade. […]
Closed signs turn cautiouslytrepidation persists –are openings wise at this time? Spring ignores man’s conflictsdelicately asserts her voicedelivers a message of renewal A reminder to all hearts to set aside worryopen anew to the wonders around us –all else will fall in place in its own time. (For A Photo A Week Challenge: opening; and […]
A willow in Springtime Light at the end of the day Stillness in the moment Ingredients for peace. (For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo a Week Challenge: peaceful place.)
Rumours of the Tundra Swans in our neighbourhood lure us out. They migrate through here in early spring and linger for a week or two. We head to the drive along the river where the Common Mergansers are currently doing their mating dances. Caught this female in the midst of the ritual. Love the hairdo. […]
A landmark in my life, the river followsages, and eras, seasons measured by her flow She acknowledges change, bears the winterregally, swells with confidence as Spring rains Will walk beside me in sunnier times, andhold my secrets as Autumn catches us in her flames She holds my heart, my faith, always knows and at end […]
I cast my shadow over white banksassert my presence, proud, defiant Will find beauty in deserted golf coursesand colour in a monochrome season I am haunted by a Winter state of mindresolved to stretch myself despite creeping chill. (Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge is winter scenes. This Winter I am challenging myself to endure a season […]
Summer, I hold you in my hearteven as the trees stand barehaving shed their Autumn garbs The glow of green still buzzescarries me through the colda promise worth the wait. (Nancy Merrill’s A Photo a Week Challenge: opposite weather.)
How many winter walksended with burrs mattedin curly Wheaton hair;how you wriggledto escape the grooming,how we laughed at yourjokester antics? Your spirit still fillsthe empty spaces,I hear the jingle of your collar, catcha whiff of terrier fluff,pull on an invisible leashwhenever I encounter burrs. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)