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.

Winters Sunlight Fades 2014

Such is the sunlight which moves,
Throughout this living arcade of spruces and pines,
Cool as it fades for time won't wait,
But those sudden desperate snows,
Blind this land for no one wants to know,
This season which hides the luscious earth below,
That only the suns mild flare would dare behold,
Too not share our wanting cares; we'll leave this land of Rolley Park alone,
For Februaries coffin that is the ground,
So frozen it moved plant roots of life below around,
Above already pale green with life and so sudden is this day,
Their buds so flimsy in their protective sheaths they'll never miss,
Which burst through for the snowdrops love,
To feel essential warmth of the sunlights kiss.

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.