Saturday, February 27, 2021

full Snow Moon


Silence descends after the blizzard

while the full Snow Moon rises over the river.

I have a front seat view while it slowly ascends

not as vibrant or huge as two nights past.

Though it is full, there is something lacking

in its form, brightness, colour.

The view makes me wonder that the expectation

of brilliance somewhat dims after creation.

As in life and nature, it is not the end destination

but the journey that makes it worthwhile.

Sunday, February 14, 2021

moulded joy

What a simple act of joy gives life to people...

A neighbour woman and young son

created penguins moulded from snow

and lined the park snowbanks with their creations.

Since their arrival I make a point of driving by every day

to ensure they are safe and sound.

When the snowplow buries them, they are replaced.

The grin on my face, as well as many others

who come to see the penguin parade, are priceless.

This is what we need more of simple acts of kindness

Thank you neighbour and young son.

You have no idea how much this means

to those who are barely holding on.

missing you...


I will always be grateful for your birth Sista, 
even though I miss you dearly,
your light will always shine

Saturday, February 13, 2021

pigments - haiku

nimble fingers ply

pigments with subtle brushes

landscape impressions

Friday, February 12, 2021

This winter

This winter, O this winter

has been, and is, one of memories

when we embraced cold and snow

when we bundled up within layers of clothing

when we walked in sunshine exhaling ice crystals

when we cheered at the slap of pucks from backyard rinks

when we squinted through toques and scarves

when we laughed at lopsided snow-men

when we filled bird-feeders twice a day

when we carved tunnels in snow banks

when we were just present,

without a care in the world

This winter, O this winter

has been, and is, a remembrance of life

crunch - haiku

before sun rises

the crunch of my boots wakens
squirrels curled in their nest