Perhaps the gossips thought,
Captivating one another with loose lips,
Along those silent flower beds,
Tulips hold onto your secrets and dread,
Such impressive talk they wished,
These flowers with their magical hues,
Reds beaming and supple,
Creamy whites enveloping my dreams,
Nightfall please return to awaken the fliers,
It is their glow and wings mistaken,
To beautiful to capture and ever taken,
Secrets revealed once more,
Many times in that dark film before,
Below the muted landscape,
Sleep filled blossoms with meaningful shapes,
I adore your miniature forms,
Flutter about and before the dawn,
Those colorful shelters hold many dreams,
Its which ones imagining are too be deemed.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Monday, October 10, 2011
Happy Thanksgiving Day Everyone 2011!
We just got back from Florence Lake in the early afternoon. The lake is small and lovely and very close to Alouette Lake and this is a small oil on board. It's still wet and shows the leaves in pretty autumn colours extending over the cold gray waters of the lake.
Earlier this week the farms with their cranberry fields were flooded in the Fraser Valley and the harvest began for this Holiday. We decided this year not to make the cranberry sauce ourselves, it's just to much work and we bought it instead.
The turkeys big this year and what's not finished will make wonderful sandwiches. The other foods accompanying this Thanksgiving meal are almost all cooked and Happy Holidays to you all!
Earlier this week the farms with their cranberry fields were flooded in the Fraser Valley and the harvest began for this Holiday. We decided this year not to make the cranberry sauce ourselves, it's just to much work and we bought it instead.
The turkeys big this year and what's not finished will make wonderful sandwiches. The other foods accompanying this Thanksgiving meal are almost all cooked and Happy Holidays to you all!
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Heartsease 1983
Lands made too change,
Please but not my heartsease,
It is the soil which remains,
Belonging to no one,
That is the sign spring will play,
Heartsease such charm and plenty,
This wildflower of antiquity,
As well beauty among the beasts,
Fields and pastures when long ago grazed,
Cool brooding meadows once stood,
Forest hold onto your foot,
Purpled-blues and buttery dollops,
They have tasted your magic and frolic,
Sweet dainty petals of tiny heartsease,
The fallow grasses hold this precious flora,
As your flowers are too please,
Finding you again makes my heart at ease.
Please but not my heartsease,
It is the soil which remains,
Belonging to no one,
That is the sign spring will play,
Heartsease such charm and plenty,
This wildflower of antiquity,
As well beauty among the beasts,
Fields and pastures when long ago grazed,
Cool brooding meadows once stood,
Forest hold onto your foot,
Purpled-blues and buttery dollops,
They have tasted your magic and frolic,
Sweet dainty petals of tiny heartsease,
The fallow grasses hold this precious flora,
As your flowers are too please,
Finding you again makes my heart at ease.
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