Natures Community Along the River 2014

Sleepless into these summer days,
Upon the hours of this land,
We quicken our hopes and know,
Time will crest away those waves from this rivers shore,
For our love and those wild roses seem to mingle,
And share the moment of these dreams that wait no more,
Nootka rosebush glorious and brave,
Their blossoms come alive and show today,
From its songs by the weaver finches casting their spells,
Within that green life force displays,
From hundreds of cool licks of paint,
Brushed too tease this board of revelation,
It sees more than it had seen before,
Only the human touch from painting,
Will commune in this place of nature,
With its precious cargo of beautiful animals which know,
That winters breath will fill this land with snow.

The Wild Geraniums Time 2014

Only for the colours of the momentary skies,
But beneath the Lynn Canyon canopy lies,
Greens so emerald and worries gone for a song,
Flowers they've been named many times,
Lay the cranesbill spotted and shy,
Flowers so tiny and rosy purple they'll glow divine,
Wild as this day but gone in this forest of pines,
Even the neighbours of golden yellow hues,
For they're the buttercups which are glad and soft,
All can be lost in those riotous greens,
In which we see them for reasons so keen,
Our summers so near and here today it will begin,
To feel the cool ground of the wild geraniums time,
Spotted cranesbill another of its names please keep in mind.

The Bells That Greet 2014

We had thought these meadows would fulfill our delights,
A riotous display of buttercups so wild and yellow,
Dazzled their own brilliance and shock of colour,
Late spring with the suns warmth touching everything below,
The natural life of this land in balance,
While it feels the atmosphere that drifts so high,
Clouds billowing up for no ones business,
As it will tease that lovely blue sky,
Again below the land hopes for its own reasons,
All this fresh air around will float on just a care,
We breathe in all this clean aura,
Then make our way towards the Chehalis woodland flora,
Roman goddess of flowers for her name the source,
To hear the bells chime,
A quaint notion but the breeze makes us hear the leaves,
Too enter the many galleries among these trees,
So tiny and blue and smelling so sweet,
Oh, for the wild hyacinths which live there; would be the bells that greet.

The Gift of the Lilies of the Valley 2014

They will carpet the land in white,
Those dainty flowers which smell so sweet,
Each like a bell which scents this land of dreams,
They've tempted the hummingbirds which could not reach,
What sips the lilies nectar with divine promise,
If only the mysteries of this garden would speak,
It's essence would not silence the beauty about us,
They'll smile upon us; just revealing those subtle secrets,
For spring you have begun to amaze this glorious earth,
It's rich reddish brown soil holds life,
That only the greens all deep and soft shine,
With tender foliage; such growing leaves that love the suns warm light,
This day a wonderful one that departs and now we rest,
But it is our garden which awaits,
For the next beautiful morning of surprises,
Soothed with faint beautiful darkness and transition with haste,
The garden with the glorious lilies of the valley are asleep,
They'll all nod to the earths clock for later flourish,
Unseen and into our nights room oasis,
Filled with their soft velvety fragrances,
That our love makes passion,
For the cool intoxicating air romances,
The lingering promise before dawn breaks this nights veil,
And the beauty cast in many blossoms reborn too greet.

Happy Easter Sunday Everyone!

The Snowdrops Revived 2014

The bleak land seen only through this seasons mask,
Awake the painters for their task,
As it touches our hearts delight,
We'll make our way along these emerald trails so deep,
That only a kiss reveals the love we keep,
For the woodland trees of Manning Park still bare and wait,
Soon the timid sun flaunts its image and fate,
With the soil laid green with life,
And the sleep in your eyes,
Like the dreams for always revived,
They'll carpet the forest like lanterns which shine divine,
Before dawn breaks this night,
Oh, for the snowdrops beloved of its earth,
And for all its need too rise.

The Sky and Rivers Play 2014

The watery reflective light,
Mirrors the shine of peace,
With the surface still calm,
It will delude all the illusions and release,
Imagine it could send us all dreaming, 
Along with this vision of the sky above so serene,
They'll play with the brilliant hues,
The ones we know and have come to call the sky blues,
Almost like a face which stares down from above,
For the rivers current in its volume dares to motion its love,
Fill this presence with a delicious pretense,
Just like the seductive sunlight coaxes our sight,
It appears to leave but never shares its secrets and might,
For the scandalous moonlight shines for us tonight.