Saturday, 27 January 2018

Il Y a Du Vent

The wind wants to vent  
And argue with the arbour, 
Feud with forest dwellers 
Ruffle feathers and harbours  

It wants to get in your face  
Disgrace your pompadour 
It wants to wrangle with the willows 
And rattle your back door 

It wants to gang up on geraniums  
And contend with conifers, 
It wants to mix it up with magnolias, 
Jump on jittery junipers  

It wants to hammer wheat fields 
Hassle Cessnas and ferry schedules fluster  
It wants to sound off, rant, harangue  
Battle, bicker and bluster 

It wants to flip birds  
All over the seething sky 
Don't dare defy the wind's 
Bombastic diatribe 

Sunday, 21 January 2018

I Feel Like a Dog in a Fence

I feel like a dog caught in a fence
He's trying to escape,
Needing someone to rescue him
And make sure he will be okay,
Wondering how many people
Will pass me by,
Ignoring my plight
Before the situation
Will be made right

Will my whimpering
Cause them to have pity on me?
Or will I scare them off
With my dangerous teeth?
Will they cross over
To the other side of the road?
Too busy to be bothered
To carry a stranger's load
Will someone brave come close
And see what they can do?
Even a Siamese cat,
At this point, will do

How quick are we to come
To the aid of a dog or cat
But take our time to offer help
To that of our fellow man?

Wednesday, 17 January 2018

Let Beauty Awake

The dying sun splatters violet on the horizon

As it disappears and darkness dominates
Twilight, stardust, moonglow

The rising sun paints glories in the heavens
As it arrives and sunshine births
Birdsong, feasting, wonder

Inspired by the Steve Bell song Let Beauty Awake

Tuesday, 2 January 2018

The Seagulls are Feasting

The seagulls are feasting 
On crab for breakfast 
With a prime ocean view
At their side 
As a sleek silver bird
Motors into the bay,
Its wings flashing 
White lights and red;
It descends,
Sending ripples
To the grizzled gull 
In the shallows
By the crystalline shore;
Hungry passengers emerge
To enquire where the locals 
Like to nibble and nosh
On hash browns with ketchup
That they tear from the packets
With their pearly whites

Thursday, 7 December 2017

Pavillion of Pines

I bow as I enter 
The hushed cathedral 
Lush leaves arching 
Amid the pavilion of pines

A collage of ferns, fronds and fungi
Greets me in the gallery,
My feet treading lightly 
Upon the forest floor 

I hear the cadence of raindrops,
Cascading in the distance, 
See dew dangling 
By a spider’s 
Artistry de jour 

I am captivated 
By colour, shade and shadow,
Drawn further in 
By birdsong 
Of whippoorwills and warblers
Wafting through 
The scent of cedar boughs

I pause 
And ponder
This sacred sanctuary 
Where I kneel down 
To lift up 
A fallen leaf,
Weather beaten and torn
And rise 
With refreshment 
Filling my spirit, 
Feeding my soul

I leave this place of grace
Silently transformed

Saturday, 11 November 2017

The Vault of the Sky

In the vast vault 
And chamber of sky,
Venus sparkles,
Upon black velvet, bright;
Galaxies on the horizon
Are veiled and sealed;
With a special lens
These valuable gems 
Are revealed;
Glowing orbs 
And radiant rings twinkle
With diadem's delight - 
The universe, a rich vista
Of jewels in the night

Wednesday, 8 November 2017

Manitchewan, Saskbertoba

Rust coloured trains
Snake alongside 
The Trans-Canada Highway
Through fields of summer
Or flat lands of snow
Past slow-moving tractors
And elevators
That go nowhere at all

Between static 

On the car radio,
The twang of country music
Crops up,
Heat billows in
Past the bug-splattered screen,
The scent of a disturbed skunk
In the distance

The living sky flashes

With echoes from our genesis,
The boom and crackle
Of God's voice in our receptors

There is wildness here

In the land of cattle and combines
Where the wind whips,
Corrals into tornadoes
That reap destruction,
Tips cows on a whim
But the people are friendly -
They'd give you the plaid 
Off their brown, leathery backs