Trails and Goals

April 13, 2019.Reading time 1 minute.

Seven trails follow the two rivers that cross through our little town. Last Autumn, I touched on a few of them, but know that I’ve only just scratched the surface. This one runs behind our community, just beyond my capacity to wander…now. I have goals for myself. One of them being to strengthen my legs […]

If Not For The Stairs

April 5, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

I could live by the ocean,if not for the stairs… or linger amongst ancient ruins,although climbing, I daren’t… and seaside dining is best, I agree,if not for those lofty flights The only up these legs can dois resting on the sofa most nights. (Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge is stairs or steps. I added a fun […]

Roads

March 30, 2019.Reading time 1 minute.

This life, a road –the way prepared for me,signs to guide my way,and yet, I get lost. Construction, distraction,disobedience – throw me off,I’ve chosen tougher routes,broken down and been sidelined. And yet, the road still beckons,invites progression, thrills.A rolling stone gathers no moss,my father liked to say, and so… I push ahead, keep motoring,trust the […]

Shadows

March 22, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

I fear the shadows of the past,darkness encroaching – doubt the loyalty of light. Turtles dwell in shaded places,equally as undaunted in the sun –have acclimatized to polarities. Birds, focused only in the moment,disregard the invasion of shadowsonly in my eyes are transformed. (For Cee’s Fun Foto challenge: shadows)

Nature’s Patterns

March 6, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Patterns – a basis for understanding –math, sewing, architecture… and when it comes to art –nature is a master at employing patterns… …awe-inspiring, faith-inducing – beautiful. (For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: patterns.) All images from personal collection.

Texture

February 21, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

This crumbling foundationa testament to character –hard battles fought and won. I built fences, long ago –tried to bury my fallaciesbut all that decays, too Structures either maintain or not,but life continues, a constant flowlike a river, softens our perspectives. (Images for Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: texture. Words penned for my ‘wild card’ challenge, my […]

My Heart’s Song is…

February 16, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

…a little orange bird. (Altamira Oriole and Vermillion Flycatcher from personal collection. For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Color of your choice.)

CFFC: Orange and Pink

February 8, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Cee like to challenge us every week with her Fun Foto Challenge. This week she wants orange and pink in the same image. Naturally my mind goes immediately to grandchildren, who have no qualms about combining bright hues. This one’s sleeping bag even fits the criteria. Nature also dips her paintbrush in multi-colours to celebrate […]

Like a Rainbow

February 1, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge is to find images that portray at least four colours of the rainbow. This garden of snapdragons, taken last summer, is a breath of fresh air, storm or not. Stained glass from the parliament buildings in Ottawa, Ontario, Canada. A heart rainbow!

Black and White: CFFC

January 25, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Springtime, and daffodils –in variations of yellow –memories now, coloursfaded to black and white. Yet, beauty lingers – the softedges of a perched dove,her mourning song still echoesa lulling, welcoming coo. And white retains brillianceagainst a backdrop of darkness,in stillness magnifies, beauty’sexuberance refusing to lay dormant. (For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Black and White. Also […]

Crisis

How did undocumented –a civil infraction –reduce people to ‘bodies’? And how did empathy –observation and support –merit death by gunshot? When we stretch for explanations –to fit the violent rhetoric –are we too not complicit in crime? Red, blue, it’s all intolerable –the global stage is watching –a nation in rapid decline. “He’ll burn […]

Winter’s Ruse

Poet’s Quandry

IfI wereto writeevery dayfor onehundred days,would my soulbe purged ofthis malaise;is it a thingto be dredged,dragged up –twistedand tiedlike tatteredbed sheetsknottedtogether;is therea remedyfor thisscourge;or is thisan inherentrestlessness,a fiery bluespark of eternalangst ignitingpassion – a callto write? (Originally posted February, 2017. Image my own)