Enter the Meadow

There is a space on the edge of woods, often seen from close and afar -- a place of respite -- where one allows  thoughts of every descriptio -- to roost in one's mind -- then come alive through feelings in the heart, and memories from the land.

Enter the Meadow

I long for cows like the ones who enjoyed the chase – us kids watching their tails swish the way their haunches swayed in the wind and cow pies...

Hush

the sky is falling into silence upon the meadow and a prayer of awesomeness as sky blends colour into shades of gray and before the flush of dusk...

The Man and a Boy

Why are people sad sometimes? came from the lips of a ten yr. old. The question returned with another. Are you ever sad? The boy had to think for a...

My Mama

is a lady of magnificence someone within a framework of body sculptured with reason highlighted with eyes that see all. She’s somebody- a person of...

A Frieze

of sun continues its feisty stare between cascades of BC mountain air and to my right land-covered in early morning tease- a welcome gift of amazing...

First Bulge of Sun

peeking from the right then above a shoulder of horizon trees diluting in full panorama shades of clouds reluctant to leave dew-dropped-receding mist...

A Wish and Other Night Things

Annie ‘pig-tails and freckle- face” was a daring young girl. But names and faces could not hurt her. It was also a bother when some said girls were...

Mayhem

Life can be fancy candelabra of all description- where finery in life and genteel people relax after haute cuisine that calls for a cigar- and yet in...

A Man

walked into the woods one day and never came out- his was the life others begged for: fancy cars furs for friends boats to fish with travels to glean...

Here Birdie

These older eyes see a crusade at the food trough a spirit of young sparrows proudly feathered. An acquired hobby photo-watching birds as children in...
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Where is Hubley

she asks with a voice wrapped in love and bends to plug in the electric heater – his past task but this is another type of dementia morn. His...
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Dream You Life

within my arms. And as I lay here thinking of how I pursued you- that glint that smile in your eye caught me unaware how I dreamed of one like you...

Hodge Podge

Bags of memory lay across her back as she stared fascinated at the weedy exit from a farm that used to be. It was 63 years ago when Esther left the...

Little Dyke Lake - Nova Scotia

Lily pads are scattered as green flakes in reckless abandon from my fibreglass bow their green diameters hide under the push of visiting waves...

Magic & Delight (at twilight)

Like a cauldron of soup in an oversized bowl its inside roils and boils scents of pine and grassy howls tumbling across the evergreens orange and...
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Season's Advent

Dawn is creating silhouettes in layers of invitation- sky’s afire with promise and decks stacked in lobster pots - slatted barriers bait primed-...
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Thunder-Roll

Call me Amy said one day- last night a storm came calling.

An Historical Rendezvous

Beside a gathering of clouds – a finger of escaping light disappears into the twilight leading my imagination on a magic journey- it is a time for...
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A Platform of Serenity

Silent as a silhouette deer nibble the grass- a succulence after rainfall assures freshness tasty and boldness in its composition. Winter is coming...

The Night-Time

Over sky and murky overcast on silent feet a magic came oh to rise and spark a dreaming gone too soon sunlight streaming night has come and rest is...
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A Lament for the Good

The roiling sky is like a canvas of emotion - one minute sullenness then puffy marshmallow shapes preparing for fireside singing- a lull in storm’s...

Come Visit Good

ole Larry – new resident at the Nursing Home – capable of dispensing wisdom on life and natural instincts he’s excited about the move – thought about...
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The Evening Sky Lost

its reverential flavour as the storm swept in from Halifax already covered in sleet ice and eventually snow now raging towards Truro part of the...

New Horizons

From this tarp nestled upon the land I drew a circle in the sky and watched as stars kept streaming by. A simple journey brought me here to abide in...
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Vagabonds of Memory

Why does early mist smoke about the land as grieving moths in layers of drifting wings and keep morning sun at bay? I know a way into the soul of its...
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Fog

is sweeping into the harbour created by a breach in the landscape. Amid a seascape of activity lobster boats loll in the current fishermen anxious to...

A Summons

The evening sky opens up my heart with joy- it blends beauty and appreciation in one gulp and I know from the colours lying in twilight layers...

When Momy Cries

I live in a big city called New York. It’s in America. Today I go back to schole. So I can learn lots. Momy says so. My dress is green. Momy and...

Joe is the Man

He shuffles in a meandering sort of way up one side of the street down another no special route as long as it gets him home after a long Crossing...
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I Want

to curlicue in a current of wind soaring gliding trading up and down thermals born in the energizing beginnings of time when glaciers grew into...
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Sleep Softly Silently

MOON as you caress my brow. Learn all you can from this mortal man who watches with eyes of knowledge. Your features your movement from partial plate...

Stairwell to Living

From the bottom of Wood Street to an apartment high above my foot begins to climb - its angle daunting slowly up the sidewalk – a sneaker at curbside...

Dear Deer

Know that you have eager hooves to journey with: the deer stood eyes and heart awaiting mother head turning to and fro acting like an owl dreaming a...

In the Natural

Wood fires are glaring and currents of air straining as the moon arises across footprints of shade- then a glow begins to create a pathway in...

The Tidal Bore

The Tidal Bore begins a miracle from the Atlantic pulsing messages along an ancient route water streaming at a lazy clip- outcroppings of choppy...

Haze

Haze abides in the underneath of misty morning struggles to sculpt an interval for illumination. Early movement means fishermen with glistening...

As It Happens

Marching as noiseless trumpets the grass struts forward its green facade bold and lively in a demand for more space after the presence of heavy rain...

Good Ole Times

Older fishermen never pass away- they always haunt the good spots with a fly and prefer a black shadow pool where the big ones lie on an evening of...

Who Knew

Who Knew you would grow into a wordsmith and gather phrases as beauty through a collection of letters from a-z and post them for others to enjoy -...

Continuous And In Motion

The fog of morning was more like a welcome mat than a humid November day. Although vision was limited the air was fresh and without its normal buzz...

The Wind Is...

The Wind Is my friend – nutritious and delicious as it breathes across my brow in the heat of day doggerel and scorching at times. I can feel once...
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A Sparrow

A Sparrow invaded my backyard space set aside for a favourite – the blue jay resplendent with his Roman-shaped head beak as a sword and flashy...
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Ten More Minutes

Ten More Minutes to say I will miss you to tell you how much I love you to tell you your cooking is so delicious to tell you how much I admire you to...

A Better Part of Life

I can see love in the outline of a farm where people once lived- a small pond barely seen through a copse and knolls crowding an old barn. I see open...
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I Saw Shadows

of my past in the form of a mother-father and child arrangement- they dropped in to visit across the street then going now conversation and hugs left...
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Each Day is Early AM (2)

EACH DAY IS EARLY AM When I first went to visit my precious daughter, Susan and her husband, Dave on their mini ranch in Alberta, little did I know...
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Happiness is a Bonus

A bucketful of lake and this sunshiny day is a feast of pleasure as rays stream across our features replacing frowns & dire thoughts with options...
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Forget-Me-Not

I long for the charm of evening’s lasting image- of twilight’s song enjoying true satisfaction on this special day. I believe tomorrow will develop...

World Thoughts

A little waif calling in the wilderness- I hear the strain in his voice – the fear of hunger of loneliness and I hurry to assure him that someone...
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I Can

I Can take you safely by the arm and lead you through alleys of discord and confusion or to a lush green valley where contentment savours its...
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Choices

We often looked in wonder at the strands of steel track which meandered off into the unknown- ten year olds in the 1950’s knew it led to fame &...

What I Miss

What I Miss is swinging for hours in our backyard the way I used to do riding higher and higher on the swing daddy made for me then growing bolder as...
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I Remember When

In the 1940-50’s we stomped on wooden sidewalks – looked for pennies between the slats & bragged up energy playing tag and wrestling. RR tracks...
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Into the Light

Twilight not just an apparition but a true taste of Nature silent as a bat flipping wings into the solace of a glassy lake- colours whispering in our...
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