Saturday, November 03, 2018

Fade into earth - Haiku

Autumn has arrived
draining blood of life from veins
I fade into earth

Saturday, October 06, 2018

Autumn departure signals

seems to fly quicker
as geese take flight
heading south,
leaving us stranded
in their wake.
We gaze skywards,
not wanting
to believe the arial V
is a sign
of victory for them,
perhaps it is,
but not for us
left preparing
for the long
winter ahead.
Stay with us
we call out
just awhile longer
in fields abundant of corn
autumns colours
signal their departure
and we sigh...

Sunday, September 02, 2018

The Guardian has fallen

For centuries this tree witnessed the sorrow of families burying their loved ones. She was the guardian of the Old Burying Ground founded in 1816. Oh the tears that were shed in those hundreds of years for families yet few were shed when she was laid waste by a chainsaw.

The local paper (prodded by me) covered the fallen limbs as a result of a storm but was there such an outcry as witnessed when a scrub maple of 90 years was removed in a downtown park? NO is the answer. I'm on a rant as if you couldn't tell.

The sugar maple in the Old Burying Ground was perhaps 200 years old. It was strong and solid although a few limbs had been struck in the last three years and they fell, once again, in silence I am sure she could have been saved.  That is if this town had a decent restoration plan. However, if it doesn't happen in the core of town the blinders are pulled tight.

Will the tree be replaced? Don't hold your breath. Will the stump be ground? Hold your breath longer. Was the timber salvaged? Check the local dump. It saddens me that this tree, for all it has witnessed, was cast aside and town officials didn't give a care. ~sigh~

Sunday, July 08, 2018

Who says toads don't like water





Eenie, meenie, minie, moe
catch a toadie by the toe.
If it screams let it go,
eenie, meeney, mnie, moe.

They say toads aren't fond of water however I disagree. Perhaps it's the unbearable heat and dry soil that is drawing them to the Pond. The frog population is down so I am quite content with toads.  :)

Sunday, May 27, 2018

Breaching - Haiku

When I took this photo I didn't see the whale flutes.
It was after an evening of pondering that I noticed the likeness.  

Friday, May 11, 2018

Whirlwind of spring

from abundant sunshine
roots awake in the soils warmth
while gentle rains provide nourishment
aiding in Springs magic,
leaves birthed into the whirlwind of life.

Wednesday, April 18, 2018

I should have understood the sign...

I should have understood the sign. An amaryllis potted in late November is blooming NOW. It is mid April and the white shite still falls. Shovels had to be hauled from the shed while patio furniture was stowed in it for the third time this month.

Scilla and crocuses are buried just as they began to bloom. They will return, at least the scilla will, as should the twolips and daffies that had pushed their way to life. But the weather like most things is something we can't control so for now we go with the flow even if it's the non-flow of ice floating on The Pond.

Friday, April 06, 2018

Sugar Snow

Spring is fighting old man Winter
and she is loosing thus far, however...

Early April and ground still frozen,
spring buds caught in a strangle hold
their life on hold during the battle.
This aft snow fell, a sugar snow,
conjoined flakes, fat and wide,
blew onto earth, spreading their girth
while I stood with arms spread wide,
head tilted backwards and savoured
the sugar snow as it fell to earth
knowing this was the last offense
and soon, very soon, my toes
will dig into warm, sweet earth...