(personal photo)
day ends
arbutus reaches,
I clasp your hand
(personal photo)
day ends
arbutus reaches,
I clasp your hand
(personal photo)
jumbled anatomy –
nature’s sternum and ribs
contour the beach
This is written in response to http://patriciasplace.me/2017/12/13/in-other-words-elf/
I’ve never thought much about being an elf.
Mischievous, clever, mysterious creatures.
Then I slept beneath a giant oak tree
and stories of the past came flooding back to me.
Answers to questions I’ve always had about myself.
(personal photo)
I have been enjoying taking photos each day as I move throughout my day. Recently I visited Vancouver Island and so you will be seeing some beach photos. This photo I took looking at the water directly below me. I was searching tide pools for anemones; maybe it’s the wrong time of year…
I was surprised when I looked at the photo to see that it looked more like a picture you might see that was taken from an airplane not one of the water.
an alien
looking for sea life
finds earth’s mirror
(personal photo)
in that moment,
lengthened beyond the spruce
poplar sunbeams
ricochet toward my heart
and I fall in love with you
(personal photo)
the raven foretold
when all would not be well
behind dark windows,
we look at opaque panes
wondering what birds know
(personal photo)
shrubs in a snowdrift
stretch spindle arms up and out
an open embrace
ready to catch you tumble
at the end of a busy day
(personal photo)
raindrops chase us
inside an old bank
to a bard’s haunt
where walls hold his stories,
and guests seek his poetry
(personal photo)
each new day
begins with light in the east
to color our day,
this morning a rainbow greeted me
when I looked in your direction
(personal photo)
tall prairie grass
strands clumped together,
golden sentinels
promise dormant dreams
a green tomorrow