(credit: Ruedi Beglinger – photo taken at Moloch Hut, Selkirk Mountains)
mountain peaks
rise heavenward
in joyful exclamation
I tickle clouds
make angels laugh
(credit: Ruedi Beglinger – photo taken at Moloch Hut, Selkirk Mountains)
mountain peaks
rise heavenward
in joyful exclamation
I tickle clouds
make angels laugh

Use the talents you possess, for the woods
would be very silent if no birds sing
except the best.
– Henry Van Dyke

(internet photo)
Yahoo, yee-haw, yippee-ki-yay
another Stampede is underway.
The city is buzzing
with tourists from afar,
chuck wagons and horses continue to star.
Cowboy hats, and cowboy boots
two-step, stomp and dance to wee hours,
the midway offers spinning rides
and exotic food to devour.
It’s a great big party
for one and all,
Calgary’s Stampede –
better than a Game of Thrones ball.

(internet photo)
Noise.
Sounds and smells swirl.
A muddy pile
ready for trash can,
or possibly recycling.
Words recycle themselves
on the page,
powerless to escape
the strike of the pen.
Smooth ink flows.
A river confident in its strength,
its ability to carve landscapes,
reshape its borders.
Boundaries.
Fence posts to navigate.
Or, maybe, grab onto
if the water gets too rough.

(internet photo)
My heart swells with gratitude for:
French toast in the morning and burgers at night
sunshine on a golf course
long distance phone calls
text messages
blonde hair, blue eyes and a big smile
yellow orchids
cupcakes with sticky icing
Dutch accents
watching Game of Thrones
laughing about Game of Thrones
hugs
gently falling rain

(internet photo)
I spin down a pathway
pedals whirl to keep up
to spend time together
close the gap
that isolates our hearts
tires roll past multi-color expressions
laughter, chatter, music, silence
I dodge crashing apprehension
scrape muddled rumination
from the gear shift of our relationship
my knees bend
pump, push, genuflect
bow to the journey
the adventure
the unknown
bow to discovery
as I learn
what makes your gears turn smoothly
and what makes them grind
bow to anticipation
riding uncharted paths
where we create our own ruts
where blisters reveal our soft spots
where together we go the distance
fix each other’s flat tires
and deflated egos
quench each other’s thirst
push each other
back to the beginning
where the gap first cracked
and we couldn’t see
where the ride would lead us.
In every heart there is a secret nerve that answers to the vibrations of beauty. (Christopher Morley)
Masaru Emoto studied water crystals to prove his idea that “everything is a combination of energetic vibration. When some vibration and the other resonate, it always creates a beautiful design.” Dr Emoto produced stunning photos of water crystals to prove his theory.

(personal photo)
I had a two foot tall escort,
black and white on my left.
Dark cap strapped smartly
below his little chin.
We slipped and slid
along a snowy slope,
his steps mirrored mine.
A crunch,
a waddle,
a slide corrected,
we descended in time.
A perpetual grin
on his face
and now, also on mine.