Dressed All In Their Snow 1983

Their liquid body’s heavy in nimbus space,
With drifting motions that create,
But are never to late,
In time they’ll release in a mizzle throughout,
Begin your descent I dare you to doubt,
It is the order from that place,
High-up in that atmosphere,
With the air so thin,
Birds would fear and never come to near,
You’ve all traveled among those beautiful white vapors,
Released for all the showers,
Formed within the hours,
You’ve fallen into winters clutch,
Its air mass frigid with hands,
Who would dare to touch?
They float and fly now,
Like fluttering white ice crystal dancers,
They will fall and dance for all,
Each unique and minuscule,
Their frozen molecules,
Geometrically designed for this time of the year,
Our breath chilled away,
But seen only on these days,
The land and everything touched by this flow,
As they have dressed all in their snow.

The Eclipsed Shroud 2000

Glorious light shine into that hemisphere,
Only could I chance to seek this space to near,
I have touched those moist beams,
And mused so many times for its turn to gleam,
What is this captured flickering arches smelling of the sea,
Only the sea urchins and starfishes tight hold to the mantle for me,
We will lie bare and fill these pools,
Cavort for the seas maiden games and move,
Please let this tidal sense conquer us from that cold state,
Our warmed embrace of another sensual taste,
Oh, that Ocean Storm recurring back before the dawn,
Our shrouded tears have touched and not shone,
These textures no more but charcoal blooms,
It is merely an eclipsed emotions for whom.

Poppies To Remember 2011

How could anyone forget?

The falling never lived to know,

Many have lost one dear Soul,

Tyranny of power and cruelty never ends,

It is these wars which always send,

Soldiers' victorious and ever so brave,

Their spirits with us now;

As they are worshipped at those graves,

Another Remembrance Day of many solemn forms,

World Peace perhaps if they'd read a book of Psalms,

And now's the time of poppies dressed in red,

That we wear proud at our breasts,

For our many beloved dead.

Ever Seen the Faeries 2010?

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.
　

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!

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.
　
　
　

Flames Towards The Fireweeds 2011

Hazed filled horizon hold out your hand,
Please wake the sleepers yet no more,
Glory amongst those tainted sparse mountains,
They’ll rise back towards the lake shore,
Unbearable for the noise and crackling seekers,
The wolves protest with distant howls,
Fiery licks soar with silhouettes could take us,
Seems as though the banshees distant screams pronounced,
It has begun the red monsters glow behold,
We will fight back the tears and fear,
These are the Chilcotin nights foretold,
Sagebrushes and briers dry and parched,
Rains worried away and we breathe no more,
Lovely creatures once alive and well on our land,
Hide and take flight whilst stands too forest floor,
It is the meadows compromised by this bake,
Shy in their blush and reds will taint our dreams,
Only the flowers each tier fluttered in pretty ache,
Fireweeds hold back this colossus rage,
And we will all wait and wait and wait.