Sunday, July 28, 2013

The Wild Roses Too Hip 2013

The wild roses too hip,
But smoothly grown in the warmth of this day,
July's breath will palpitate and leave the air we breathe always,
So calm now for we’ll paint in this way,
No summer songs for the birds which are silent,
There in Ladner Harbour Park they'll wait as this climate relents,
Reddish hips of those flowers so sweet,
Within their capsules full with the juice which flows,
Just the pulp remains to dazzle the birds that know,
Filtered light and soft screams from the young wild pups,
Splashes move along in the quieting rivulents,
Where the frogs lolled and felt the days heat,
In this place another day awaits for our chance to meet.

Saturday, July 6, 2013

This Wild Country Road 2011

Conformation of this land,
Its topography always known,
Smooth as the highway,
Once laid but now overgrown,
The old way roads hide and show,
More of the beauty…always,
And in many ways,
We’ll have a rest,
For our artistic ways seem the best,
Many a wild birds’ flock,
With their glorious colors too brilliant for the crows to mock,
Yellows and the darkest of reds,
Even the tawny and orangey-ochres glimmer,
Within their feathery jackets the songbirds appear to shimmer,
Way out in this sun filled Chilcotin realm we roam,
This wild country road leads us home.