River Tanka

Nightfall, river callstranquility leaves footprintson my soul, this lifeseldom calm, craves redemption –river throws calm and I fetch. (Image my own)

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On Nature

How is that a tree can stir my soul, so?Yet, set amongst the Douglas firs –an orchestra of giants, the reassuranceof green towering and proud – the musicof my soul is nothing less than symphonic. How is that the sky can speak to me?No words to convey its vastness, yetit breathes new life into empty […]

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Meadow Haiku

Golden glow transformsgrassy meadow – Earth giggleswith fantastical delight. (For Eugi’s Weekly prompt: meadows. Photo my own.)

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(Water: Haiku and Free Verse)

Even the river bleedsfiery frigid essenceEarth’s watery voice. ** It is the riverthat calls, watersflowing through my veins and I, the bankssteadfast and holding the razor sharp edgeslike liquid steelerode my earthen postures challenging…blessedly challenging…the hardened places. (Water: Haiku and Free Verse first appeared here in June of 2018. It is has been edited for […]

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Vancouver Island

Is it the robin whose morning song so sharp and crisp awakens me in this enchanted place, or the warble of Juncos whose hooded faces delight as they forage between the dried, curled aftermath of a cold Winter, now pushed aside by new life sprouting? The absence of raindrops on tin roof offers promise that […]

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Magic

Generosity of natureblessings aboundin communionhumbledgratefulalive (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson.Image my own)

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Birds And Humans

A band of blue jaysgather around, debaseserenity of this gardenparty: chickadees and cardinalsscatter, sense dangerin raucous intrusion – Bemused, I watch, marvelbirds parodying humans. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)

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Walnut Tree

One tree –a solo sentinel –beckons Take comfort,says she,beneath my boughs But I am hungrybalk at simplicitysilence adverse Till fate arrests melegs no longer fleeingthe great Walnut my saviour. (Image my own)

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Photographer’s Dream

Examining the intricaciesof a spider’s weaving Marvelling as a mother raccooncarries her babies one by onewhile a bobcat prowls the tree line Delighting in the birth of a calfanticipating the arrival of more Wonder and trepidationcoinciding – and I, behindlens, am child againwide-eyed baskingin the glorious outdoors.

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Sustenance Rekindled

It wasn’t the knowledge of stability –chaos had the upper hand back then.It wasn’t even that love was expressed –unconditional an unheard of concept It was an unspoken presencethe reassurance of rocksthe irrepressible allureof a freshwater stream How a child’s heart found encouragementin the whispering windsolace in arbored shelter Naturally the din of home lifeoverpowered […]

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