Victoria Day and Land of the Hyacinth 2016

Along these hyacinth walks lay the truth,
On and beyond this fine Victoria Day,
We'll travel in the greenery of this land,
While some people call them blue bells,
They'll rhyme and sing their lovely songs,
As the flowers fade deep away,
But remain vibrate for our visit's momentarily long,
Warblers sing so proudly in the rooftops of the aspens,
And sparkle and dance like spinner tops and sunbeam dreams so true and wild,
Finally, the goldfinches appear for their quick shows,
While the purple finches pose, dressed in their raspberry-red fearless shawls that seem to glow,
And we leave Victoria once more to always return in the glorious sunshine.

Nature and the Insects Will Share 2016

So beautiful, yet pink as the fragile nights,
With smooth spring days delicious like nectar,
For which the hummingbirds taste in each sweet blossom,
High in the outreach pines, the goldfinches arrive back with subtle movements,
And all the winged beauties call out in a song,
Known to belong to the poppy family for ways yet unseen,
Each flower that whispers her name will end,
With their sweet petals falling away in shame,
Dainty forest bleeding hearts shine beneath,
They are the hearts of secret lay bare,
Nutrient surmounts for underground rhizome hails too reach,  
And eloquent equipped heart-shaped flowers begin like a speech,
From whilst it ends and seeds gathered up by wood ants with care,
For these flowers and the insects in this forest have shared.