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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Harmonic Convergence

Be as trees reachingcanopy of harmony –gratitude implied. (Haiku originally appeared here September, 2019. Resubmitted here for Eugi’s Weekly Challenge: canopy. Image my own.)

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Tree of Life

Drawn to treesink chasing linesyearning for definition How to capturestrength…beauty…such profound calm Even as the regal Walnuttowers over this placeshe dwells within me I knowI feel hershe seeks expression My Tree of Life. (In Response to Eugi’s Weekly prompt: Tree of Life. I have been obsessed with drawing trees. The featured image is the beginning […]

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Birch Trees (with recording)

Strains of Tijuana Brass flood the yard while father on bended knee tends his garden, tiers of stone edged rows encircling a trio of birch trees. Father points out birches on Sunday drives, as if the bark is sacred, leaves whispering a secret I cannot hear – stirs in me an indefinable longing. My husband […]

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Harmonic Convergence

Be as trees, reaching canopy of harmony, gratitude implied. (For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge:  gratitude / harmony.  Photo from personal collection.)

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Keep Imagining

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.   Doesn’t it just say:  “Climb me!”?  This image is a Live Oak, in Texas, and is available on […]

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Watching

Beneath mossy beards weathered faces watch, listen – silent witnesses.  

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Contentment

To stroll amongst giants – straight-backed arrows whose green bows aim skyward – a directional pull so uplifting that earthly matters diminish – this is contentment.

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Willow

Spring willow aspiring to yellow wispy curtains graceful queen my heart bows to your majesty.

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Tree Wisdom

Rooted in the earth, ever reaching for the sky – speaking nature’s truth.

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