A Sonnet for Snow

snow falls gently this night,
diamonds shimmer upon cape
blanketing the land in a serene escape,
O how my soul needs to walk this sight
and wash my face with refreshing flakes,
scrub away the grime of a days toil
replacing with the cleanliness it doth make,
while I dance amongst the stars soul
above the clouds hiding celestial celebration
from those upon earth gazing upwards
believers we resign our eyes towards
rejoicing with ground soaking liberation,
earth resounds with joyous chords
snow, be welcome this night of reflection


Wooo hooooooooooooo I finally did it! 
Scribbling a traditional sonnet instead of me traditional rambling.
Will wonders ever cease ? (insert whistling emotie here) 

in another land

Peace on Earth

goodwill towards all

Merry Christmas

After the Storm

You blew for over a day
saturating us with rain and snow,
and the landscape grew whiter and colder.

Soft white snow froze
in frigid temperatures overnight
and axe replaced shovel to regain freedom.

I cursed your unending rage
knowing it was a hopeless attempt  
to control your temperamental torrent.

But tonight when earth is still
I see gnarled branches dressed in popcorn
where squirrels have sipped the refreshing snow.

I hear the blustery north wind
blow through the garden of  ice laden trees
their crystals keep chime with distant church bells.

Bird feeders once barren
now serve food to the starving
resplendent in red, blue, and yellow.

Looking up at a clear star filled sky
I warm to the beauty of this landscape
and forgive your onslaught of a day now past.

Can you see me

Can you see me, overgrown roots now green
I once was the guardian of the woods
standing tall, branches reaching to the sky
the sentinel of the path where man followed
their trek to homelands after months onboard
a ship from Ireland, then devastated of timber
all for the need of a masters grand home.

Can you see me, now a moss covered stump
from settlers hacking their way through
the forest seeking shelter from the cold
of a Canadian winter not written in the book
on how to survive in your homeland
only knowing you need to survive
and the timber will be your only reprieve.

Can you see me, for what I once was
a home to creatures of the forest
where owls nested overseeing their domain
and squirrels feasted upon my fruit
spreading acorns only to live again in the glade
while foxes and fishers burrowed at my feet
providing a sheltering home to their families.

Can you see me now,
not just an overgrown stump…