Great Blue Heron

light legs set for flight

in a domain blue on green

still, waiting for prey

 

Squirrel

pausing on the rock

savouring foraged nibbles

hard work never ends

 

Poppies

scarlet splashes pulse

their short stories to cherish

now, in the moment

 

Coral Poppy

buds waiting to bloom

covet petals spread open

bask in sun, self-love 

 

 

Emerald Garden

vines wrap around you

conjure emerald garden

blind facts with fiction

Will the creepers die

let the body breathe free or

choke health, force decay

Photo taken in Port Albert 

 

I in the sky

solitary i

candle light in  ruby sky

glows and dies each night

Sunset at Port Albert Beach

 

Sundown

When you disappear

shrouded in mysterious clouds 

you are still present 

 

Sunset

veils of cloud hover

fireball sinks into darkness

renew the next day

 

Poster Bride

 on a wall, she sits

wondering, waiting, wistful

stuck, until she's torn

Photo of a store wall on St. Clair West

Sundial

truth kept on dial

shadows point to reality

revealed with contrast

Air India Flight 182 Memorial Sundial

Humber Bay Park East 

More info here 

 

Rock Balancing

they rise under stress

prone to fall at a slight touch

yet appear steady

 

Taller

dominant, forceful

shading the sibling's progress 

yet close, protective

 

Bonding

luminous bonding

warmth edged with gossamer frills 

thoughts spun with the light

 

Purity

pure, sentient offering

for the blind, corrupt of heart

to heal, bud, unfurl

 

Crowding

don't crowd me, they say

yet thrive on proximity

blooming then wilting

 

Nest in Bird

bird nesting in bird

soft straw meshed with cold metal 

comfort in hard case

Sculpture by Amy Switzer 

Butterfly Home Garden, Humber Bay Shores East

One among a flock of welded steel ravens titled Guardians

 

Patterns

man's patterned designs

slashed with bold shadows

intricate ensemble

 

Words on Water

 silence reflects words

when the mind, eyes, heart connect

hear the other's soul

At the Aga Khan Museum

Quote from Rumi: There is a voice that does not use words. Listen

Brilliant sculpture by Matt Donovan and Hallie Siegel

Writers' Tears

had a sip of fire

not burnt, blasted by the whiff

only writer's hell

I hardly drink and this is not to encourage writers to do so.

I was at a reading, and this label triggered my 

empathetic response.

 

Under the Bridge

forest under bridge

vehicles roar, pound above

darkened walk unwind