…hidden Canada

silver

The leaves shimmer with silver
Lighter, more ethereal than before
This is another reality
One where humanity blends rather than dominates

The air hints of fragrances
Less poignant than honeysuckle and rose
Even the flowers understand
That subtlety is needed

The leafy perfume
 Whispered and verdant
Hangs over the water
Brimming with life and potential

…the hidden Canada…

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Bubblegum and Steel

gail

With each barb thrown
She grew stronger
Her gentle façade
Camouflaged a core of steel
That was tempered
With life’s hurts and heartaches

As they slashed and poked
She bent and folded
Standing her ground without seeming to
Springing back to form as they turned away
Unaware of her endurance

Through Life’s onslaught
Her bubblegum laugh would sing out
Not loud or brassy
But consistent and true

For she was one of those rare few
Designed not to conquer or be conquered
Rather she brightened and buoyed
Refreshing all those lucky enough
To be touched by her

— Gail, you will be so very missed —

The River

morning river

The frogs are singing their scratchy song
Full of clicks and bellows
A lovely counterpoint to the quiet ‘thum, thum, thum’ of the engine
Her hull cleanly slicing through the reflections
Breaking the glassy surface
Leaving behind a trail of swells and bubbles
That dissipates almost as soon as it’s created

 Today, the river is a kind and courteous host

Steps

feet

These feet have trod upon uncertain roads
Tip-toed past brooding provocation
Marched beside negligent courage
Slogged through saccharin banality
Skipped along in childish delight
And capered in the shadows of a conquest
Knowing that joy is hiding
Disguised in the steps of my life’s dance

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pelican under the sun

What was once so vivid
So clear, so sharp
Has morphed into soft corners
With greys, with blues

Today’s life is not punctuated
With edges or details
Rather, motion and halos
Catch my attention

It’s a quieter time
But that’s as it should be
For I have left my footprints in the sand
And it’s the memories of other times
That fill my days

And I am content to remember
That the world has been nudged
Into a sweeter place
Because of my days here

Yet my dance is not done
Do not suppose I sit, unaware,
While others shape my world
To their specifications
My world is mine
I am endurance