Send Us Higher Into The Mountains With Love 2007

Only the air could change away,
Leaving great clarity for the day,
We would hike those trails cool with sleep,
High summer leaves many without effect,
Springs only touch has just begun to let,
Alpine flowers kiss the meadows,
Some whites so yellow,
Petals dressed in purples and pinks,
Blues dare too outshine that day,
Wild with colour thus a burst of life,
Many which would leave all to think,
That suns glow has pierced everything,
Its definition awakens all that's beautiful,
Bears slumber no more they'll feed such dear souls,
Huckleberries and salmonberries way down below,
Memories flood back for the beauty persuades,
Visions abound each stride and pace weighed,
We the lovers once for our vigorous figures,
Young-looking fueled erotic inspired wishes,
Our bodies still perfect with amorous kisses,
Smooth beauty for the moonlight,
Ptarmigans among the incline tonight,
Such sweet sounds of woodcocks, quails and pheasants,
Fluttering licks another ethereal presence;
And many a wing beats of wild rock doves,
Send us higher into the mountains with love.
　

Nass River Valley 2011

We spent many weeks up North and just got back yesterday and it was so enjoyable. We arrived there by air and met our friends which live in that friendly city of Prince Rupert. It rained quite a lot but the sun did make an appearance on many days too. There was so much to do in the city and we visited the Museum of Northern British Columbia; the exhibits were wonderful.

With all that lovely wilderness around we chartered a boat and took a sightseeing tour and explored the Nass River. The Nass was exceptionally fast flowing and high with all that rain and snowmelt. We found a safe place to tie up the boat and went ashore to do more exploring and many of us painted. This is a lovely oil painting on canvas of the Nass River and the valley. The waters had quite a mysterious force and were very gray and intense on that day.

Creating Foxgloves Land 2007

Send me about and around these trails,
Beautiful pathways never derail,
I have seen those familiar colors,
So distant but my memory sends me back,
My body motions me to follow those tracks,
Springs rain never ceased,
And our dreams revealed more,
Then within winters sleep,
I miss those purples so deep,
Pinks so delicate they’d breathe life,
Noble creamy whites never abandoned in strife,
Only the oils could hush the fibres,
And all will resolve into peace,
Just the meadowlarks request a call,
For your answer is here,
And the search is near,
Many a knoll in these meadows,
Send up a flourish of foxgloves too greet,
For the gathering rains leave them so sweet,
My hands gently move aside the towers,
I part these foxgloves all with flowers,
Oh, god your engineer,
That Mother Nature has appeared,
I stand amongst your fortress to affinity,
Smothered seemingly in this tender floral divinity.
　
　

The Pink Water Lilies 1999

Waters dark with mystery,
the two lovely maidens fly in,
and float amongst the pads,

Morning has awakened the swans to stay,

This spring the ducklings bob and sway,

They'll take shelter on those green pads,

Jumping off with tiny sweet plops,

One of Springs nurseries never must stop,

Mysterious lily shoots with buds,
send all into rapture,

I have seen this show before,

The insect hunters play the role some more,

Our painting party searches these fluids,
dark with tannins,

Russet and auburn ooze deep below,

Where only the turtles and frogs,
dare venture and know,

Even the swans seem to play a game,
searching the waters for their reflections,

That moment is right and sunlights the same,

Pink satiny blossoms burst forth,
only the water lilies outshine all victorious,

Morrell Park with this pond so glorious,

Putting all creatures somewhat to shame,
the beauty which now the swans will claim.
　
　
　
　
　
　

Easter Sundays Daffodil Shows 2011

In those far reaching forest knolls,
Yellow daffodils reach out to show,
Their petals of colored buttered cream,
Of woodland loveliness for all have seen,
We’ll travel these proverbial trails,
Adventured forth; rains of sweet scent inhaled,
This time at Lockhart Creek trail I’ll feel the need,
For something different from this canvased lead,
All those flowers, those pretty flowers familiar,
Last year but not to this very hour similar,
On this special Easter Sunday for they’ve appeared,
Forest in yellow flourish, pinks and whites to the rear,
What’s this adventure whom lay in these woods?,
Deep down such gems of this Sundays Easter would!

Happy Earth Day Everyone 2011!

Today it's Good Friday and Earth Day all in one!

The Lily of the Valley 1982

Sweet vanilla scent the smells from way below,

Motion all to the place we know,

What blossoms turned upside down,

Which way and right side and all around,

Tiny precious lanterns burning my heart in space,

Round dainty, dainty orbs with six petals in place,

Look you lovely painters of the Arts,

Our gardens room begins to start,

Nature you’ve filled us full of those flowers,

These lilies of the valley upon this hour,

Way down below there many more white flowers,

With luscious green bodies that protect with power,

Sway with the motions only their perfume can release,

This the painting my garden gave us with such peace.