Raindrops fall gently
nourishing thirsty earth
life giving water
Swollen rivers flow
swiftly through the neighborhood
alarming the people
This precious liquid,
necessary renewal,
no longer admired
Destruction disguised
a benign interloper
warily watched
Nature’s fury shows
humans cannot outwit drops
steadily falling
Life giving water
becomes the reapers hand
exacting its due
Circle of life come
full as we watch lustrous pearls
of rain gently fall
“A flower does not care about his neighbor. It blossoms anyway.” – anonymous
(photo by Frank Peters)
Colorful echoes of the past
collide with bright visions of the future
Slow steady rain drenches ambition and desire
Need for heat and warmth
propels feet forward
Wetness seeps into fabric, into pores
permeates a moment that has been experienced
by many before
Standing below historical buildings with
their antique facades
Now
seems to be the only thing that matters
yet Now was thought to be
equally important one thousand years ago
Determined explorers, rowdy sailors, sly traders, clever merchants
All who passed this way
share Now
it has come and gone and come again
as colorful echoes of the past
collide with bright visions of the future
Today is a day of enchantment
Elves elude, fairies dance
Pixie dust shimmers in the air
Anything is possible
Child-like innocence
Awe
World a foreign land
Treasures before me
Vast endless prairies
Open fields
Fresh thirst quenching water
An abundance of food
Local, organic, and global delicacies
Delightful lick of creamy ice cream
quickly melting atop waffle cone
Savory scent of barbecue wafts in air
Threat of thundershowers add to
Mystique and joy of the day
Conjure illusions of
Scaly dragons with fiery breath
Today is a magical day
Full of familiar sights
wearing a marvel sheen
Primordial drums resonate deep within the soul
Calls
Whispers of ancient wisdom
reverberate off cityscape
tease with their presence
Last rays of dying sun shimmer
before slips behind mountains
Promise of greatness lies within flaming sky
just as in elusive whispers
Tribal chants hums beneath a discordant thrum of Deerfoot traffic
seems a respite from chaotic rat race
Toxic sludge flows through veins
threatening to poison
The noxious routine pumping waste
onto the landscape
pump, pumps and ooze
pump and ooze
guzzling greed for god
Erect aspens tremble
Geese migrate over scarred pits of earth
ripped apart, left raw and suppurating
No place to land
Feel the throb
pulsating cry for help
rituals of our ancestors
beg for release
ache to cleanse and heal
Primordial drums resonate deep within the soul
My husband and I have an ongoing argument
over the merits of getting a puppy
Our conversations go back and forth
between pros and cons
Ping pong of Olympic proportions
puppies bring joy
puppies are work
puppies love unconditionally
puppies require care and attention
puppies are loyal
puppies chew shoes
A battle of wills
Undertaken with love
no clear winner
A stalemate
Recently we stopped
enroute to a friend’s home
lunch date scheduled
Forty-five minutes elapsed
We lobbed to and fro
merits of purchasing a
Janpanese Bonsai Maple
We were late for lunch
Peals of laughter
split the air
Our friend astutely observed
If a plant caused that much
discussion and consternation
we were in no way ready
to take on a puppy
No puppy has been brought
into our home
We do have
A beautiful new zen plant
City life glimpses:
Greyhound
shaggy grey and white fringe
hangs in its eyes; patiently
waiting for owner to finish reunion
friends not seen since winter hiatus
Mama and papa geese stand guard
over brood of goslings who
waddle and stumble drunkenly
along muddy river bank
Green herbs outside busy restaurant
fill small wooden garden boxes
wait expectantly for use in
fresh salad or to add delicate flavor
to delicious entrees
Pedestrians amble
jackets and sweaters unzipped
tied around waist
wrapped around shoulders
air warmer than expected
Young lovers pose along bridge
spontaneous selfie
quick kiss
lingering embrace
self consciously pull apart
as others approach
Toddler whizzes by on wooden strider
oblivious to any danger
excitement alive on his face
His mother several paces behind
awkward on roller blades
her staccato movement
sharp contrast to son’s
blithe freedom
Cyclists zip along
warning bell heard second before flash past
Dogs on leash
obedient
tugging
dodging other park users
A flurry of activity
as city dwellers shed winter cloak
welcoming spring
I see a tree
It won’t leave my mind
What stories are hidden in its branches?
What seeds of creativity are waiting to fall
upon the world in a shower of imagination and playfulness?
If I open the door
will I descend into Alice’s world?
Will the white rabbit and mad hatter await me?
Arrows and names point in all directions
infinite possibility awaits the believer
The tree in inviting
its whimsical appearance
elicits smiles
sparks the mind to embark
on a journey of chance
There are no right or wrong ways
the path is not straight or narrow
Looking upon the tree
one’s eye is directed upward
Spirit soars
Engage in the enchantment
A gossamer thread floats lazily through the air
a breeze transports it
no particular destination in mind
As the silky strand drifts
it slowly rotates
spirals up and down
Sunlight glints and flickers on this unanchored spider’s weave
a twinkling filament
invisible made visible
What stories and knowledge
are woven into this strand?
How did it extricate itself from its web?
Has it been sent adrift meant to be found,
like a message in a bottle
waiting to reveal its secret?
Droopy flower
long past best before date
lifts her weary head
toward soft light of
eastern sky
Faded pink petals rise
display hint of past glory
flower head seems too large
for fragile stem
struggling to uphold
emboldened blossom
Curly leaves
weak, flaccid
ripple gently
join the dawn salute
wave their approval
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