The Canadian Shield,
where rugged pines stretch,
reach for endless skies,
taking root in rocky shores.
We set boulders
in our gardens – anchors
against untimely storms,
or reminders of endurance
when all else falls away.
Even the satisfying crunch
of stones along the path
fascinate – variance of colours
and forms, like art – promising
undiscovered treasures.
(Rocks first appeared on One Woman’s Quest II, and was in response to a photo challenge. Â I have edited it here.)
Morning light,
guiding radiance…
No clouds, nor entanglements
darken your purpose –
radiance equating with hope.
(Image from personal collection.)
Elaborate, the tree forts
imagination envisions
Indifferent, the rationale
that overpowers inspiration
I balk, abandon hope,
build a wall instead,
forgetting…
Creativity is not linear,
tolerates input, planning,
some alternatives preferred.
(Featured image from personal collection. Â Doesn’t it just say: Â “Climb me!”? Â This image is a Live Oak, in Texas, and is available on various products at Society6.)
When dawn,
an earthly murmur,
I walk, light
Soon, heat climbs,
the verdant blanket
grass, rose, blossom
I offer water,
hot, relax.
(Friday is Magnetic Poetry online.)
Beneath mossy beards
weathered faces watch, listen –
silent witnesses.
Black and white flashes
disrupt the tangle of grey –
heart-soaring sweetness.
Eyes shut, she speaks to me,
limbs shivering in the cold,
rustles a forgotten melody.
Like a sapling, soul responds,
trembles with anticipation,
reaches for ancient blessing.
Tides recede,
puddled remnants
of once oceanic flooding –
emotions overpowering –
threats now quelled.
I breathe,
lose myself in visions
of gold and promising greens,
yesterday’s heat a numbing haze
obscuring tomorrow’s obstacles.
No path would blossom
if summers were about poetry –
a colder vine leaving me water.
Must let earth & animal
use this pure and wild air –
listen for dusk.
(I’m not running a weekly challenge, but I am inviting others to join me in playing Magnetic Poetry online. Â For details click here.)
Tales of bald eagles
entice exploration,
cameras ready –
Great Blue heron,
a woodpecker,
nuthatches and
chickadee – all
grace our lenses..
.. no eagles.
Then driving into town,
business and errands
distracting, a shape looms,
rises up from the asphalt
black tail feathers
bordered by white
to match its noble head.
We search again,
follow directions
down country roads
into the bush…
… no eagles.
Friends visit,
we tour, show off
our rural beauty,
espy white amongst
autumn’s foliage
two eagles hunting
along river’s flow –
one veers to fly
overhead, in salute,
or mocking…
…no cameras.
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