What Will Spring Bring 2012?

From these scratchings where the charcoal falls,
Glorious from beneath that alders’ knoll,
A study perhaps to a life,
For she’s the mother and a wife,
Children will never know,
For their games taught so long ago,
It's the luscious song from high,
And from below, our sweet 'hellos',
Sing to us your serenade for the warblers are in tune,
They’ll play no other song,
To an empty stage but not for very long,
What will spring bring?
It is the warmth and rains,
The view transformed, aware for winters pain,
We’ve traveled to this rivers bend,
The sentinel from the middle end,
Along those emerald washes,
They'll quench the charcoals pledge,
Sweet as that rivers sedge,
It will be your silhouette that takes shape,
And motions me back for this visions so great.

Happy Easter Sunday Everyone!

Tempest at Skidegate 2012

A February storm brewed out,
In that delicious Pacific cocktail,
Its oceans cold with waters that devoured this shore,
No one holds those intense winds,
As we hear their passive wails,
They'll lick violently against those cedars and prevail,
Drifts refuse to float no more and beat against the rocks,
Wooden splintered shapes polished by land,
Search the passage within this safe place and shine,
All is known for Haida Gwaii and their land of hope is divine,
Waves crest and the Pacific surges forward,
This storm at Skidegate never overthrows,
But will conquer as its own tempest and wane,
Those Haida poles know of this land and have seen the pain.