Autumn Berries

November 15, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Where leaves have vanishedberries remain, nourishmentfor feathered migrants. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Maple Leaf

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

Tracing the lines of your perfection,I remember, childhood discoveries –wax paper and hot iron,the smell of fresh raked pranks,and what it means to be Canadian. I no longer make leaf art,nor partake of Autumn cleanup,but I have not forgottenthe power of your symbolismand how far we have yet to go. (For Cee’s Flower of the […]

The Canada Goose

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

A sign of Canadian humour. (For Proscenium’s Friday Follies)

Summer Susans

August 23, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

August eyes are brownwinking in yellow bonnets –flirtatious Susans. For Cee’s Flower of the Day

Historic…

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

For Proscenium’s Friday Follies.

Better Believe It!

August 9, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Actually, I haven’t been inside, so I can’t make judgment, but I will say they are not humble. For Proscenium’s Friday Follies.

Allium

August 9, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Purple explosionsdisrupt garden bed – defyexpected order. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Too Much?

July 26, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Proscenium’s Friday Follies.

Iris

July 19, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

With heavenly reach,royal tones unfold, open –floral poetry. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Tickseed

July 12, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Unjustly labelled –disposition not a pest –Tickseed’s a delight. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day.)

Monday Mood: Abundance

We held a garage sale this past Saturday – no small feat for two gimpy old folks. Fortunately, we had help, and as it was a town-wide event, there were many people out. Still exhausted two days later, but feeling like this squirrel with his treasure – blessed by abundance. (photo mine)

Colouring Lessons

Favourite colour?Black, says shewithout hesitation; I falter, stumblemind reaching –who likes black? Is that a colour?It’s all colours,she’s nonchalant intent on task –carefully keepingwithin the lines Of course it is,ill equipped am Ito disagree, images of dark sombercorners, sorrowand death crows – Why black? ask I –composure forced –had anticipated pink equate childhoodwith primary shadessplotches of […]