The Pine Trees Reach 2012

Could be the sky or the land below,
No higher will it grow,
Its bluish-green colors,
Could be the union of peace and celebration for others,
This land will fill our spirits high as we pray,
For everything reaches far and beyond on this day,
These are the Similkameen trees so vast and sure,
We loved each moment there last June,
Not alone but many like ourselves with paints in hand,
Managed to captivate this wondrous land,
Dozens of red squirrels move about to feed on the cones,
Wild birds nourish by their fill on those spilt seeds that sown,
Another long look higher up into the boughs that don’t break,
For the pine trees reach waits too exhilarate.

This Autumn Trail 2013

Such is the leaves which depart,
They’ll flutter down along these empty trails,
With those sudden fog drifts which prevail,
This moment we’ll touched the branches that become bare,
For here we've waited long below the trees,
Looked and saw the time that no one else would care,
Thousands upon thousands of autumnal colored forms,
Fill each space below us here at Jordan River,
That are weathered and worn,
Soon…but not too late,
All will crumble and decay too supplement,
When the darkness has filled this forests increment,
But this cool misty light will guide us on,
Once more in a sense,
This autumn trail found...but felt our absence.

Happy Thanksgiving Day Everyone 2013

Landscapes in Which To Dream 2012

Those are the dreamy landscapes,
Perfect as this autumn scene,
With those sudden cold spells,
Moving deeper into this territory of Castlegar,
Which we have seen,
Never remember those leaves,
Their shapes we know,
But their colors shift into the hues that show,
And in time they’ll seem to fall,
The rains cool with its liquid volume,
Cascading the many washes over us below,
Foliage will release when its time has come,
We will depart from this very woodland heart,
And all will return in spring when the songbirds begin to sing.

Wild Sweet Peas Along The Riverbank 2013

Perennial  bank bursting with the pinks so delightful,
Earlier in May so mild as this day,
Our garden this spring grew those plants,
With their forms so fluid,
As they'd dance in the breeze,
Touch the leaves,
And watch them flutter to each engaged visit,
Many bumblebees with pale-white butterflies drifting,
Throughout those garden petals,
But now in this September moment,
Where the river flows for no one in Delta,
It will leave untamed and mighty always,
A gift in each of those painted wildflowers,
Lovely is each pink blossom with petals catching our lasting hours.

Summers Liquid Day 2013

Smooth bark shone,
Under its mahogany warmth,
As this summers liquid day,
Only left the leaves to seemingly pray,
Transformed this forest of Springwoods,
With the viridian shields rustling high,
Below its green canopy of filtered strain,
Higher up the sun attempts to shine,
Never is too late on this day which turns gray,
Its tepid air laments away the gray jays,
A vision impressed on this canvas of plein-air,
For one day it'll become the forest of my dreams so fair.