Sunday, December 20, 2020

Red amongst red


Tis been a hectic year, actually the last two have been years from Hades and finally, o so finally I’m in a place of such peace. I feel free to finally say FU to demands and am working an almost normal schedule.

I never lost my camera and my love of capturing life, especially in my garden. That will never happen. And so reviewing a lot of photos I am catching up with my posts.

Now this wee red rodent was a bane in me backside. The feeder was empty and so he decided to spend his time in one of the Begonia’s which was soon trashed from his digging.

Salvaged as it was I trimmed it and it’s now residing sleeping in the basement. Will it survive? Of course! I am a believer after all.

Saturday, December 19, 2020

winter creek - haiku


the creeks mid-current

maintains its flow during freeze

soon a skating trail

Friday, December 11, 2020

the lost battle


the battle between old man winter
and the goddess of the harvest
has ended, he being the victor,
her cloak of vibrant golds
now lay broken and soon
to be tossed into compost piles,
at least her remnants of life
will be renewed in spring
while his will be scorned and cursed
throughout the months to come.

Friday, December 04, 2020

Decembers Arrival

December has arrived,

the month of blinding white

and colourful lights,

heralding the silly season.

After the first snow fall

rain began turning the landscape

to a dirt brown,

reflecting the sky in its dreariness.

Though there is hope

with neighbours dressing their trees,

stringing multicoloured lights

the old kind, huge incandescent bulbs.

My planters are stuffed with boughs

of pine, spruce, cedar, and hemlock

grown in local fields,

their green brilliance remains.

Sprigs of red berries, red Dogwood,

and golden balls and pine-cones

intertwined with dried floral garland ,

full fill the arrangements.

Even though it may be a long winter,

and while we need colour, we also need life,

thus the planters will see me through

them being a harbinger of spring.