This Winters Stream That Falls Gently Away 2014

Quick melting stream meanders,
With the backwash woodlands flowing gently,
Time has released all those delicious hues to saturate,
This primary land known only for the woods which are silent,
And the wild creatures have seen us coming and flee,
They could not be tamed easily but know of our worn down paths,
They'll rest and when we sketch they come to drink their fill,
For our journey which follows this land so vast,
Is like the riverbanks that holds its precious waters back,
This winters stream that falls gently away,
Will not remain untouched at Burns Bog,
For soon the arctic hand moves south to grip this land.

Happy New Year 2014 Everyone!

The Christmas Trails of Victoria 2013

This Christmas Day Holiday,
We've spent with our families,
Beacon Hill Park last week was a snowy wonderland,
With all those snow covered trails,
Before this Victoria Christmas,
The snows would melt,
And then would be replaced for Christmas Day,
With the colours of Christmas,
In their familiar reds, greens and golds so bold,
It's a Merry Christmas to all too behold.

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