Is this my peace
I ask myself?
With one ear I hear the breeze
Rustling through the leaves
Of the majestic arbutus trees.
With the other I hear
The choppy ocean waves
Crashing against the rocks below,
As I lie up above
On my rocky throne.
My eyes are closed as I soak up
The sun’s rays, it’s warmth
Enveloping my lightly tanned skin.
The pleasure boats below,
Had they looked up to see....
A hound and a girl running the rocks,
Like nimble footed mountain goats,
To reach the highest of thrones
Upon which I now sit taking it all in.
Thoughts invade my head
Like an army, trying to destroy
That which I have achieved.
Is this my place, my destiny,
Is this where I live out my final days?
What better place could there be,
This heaven on earth?
I ask myself.
So far away from the noise
Of concrete and pavement,
Rushing here and there
With the busyness of life!
The alternative is so inviting
Yes, this is my peace,
Absolutely, no convincing required!
Categories:
arbutus, destiny, heaven, imagery, nature,
Form: Free verse
The sun’s rays
Beat through the clouds,
Creating silver sparkles
Upon the crest of the waves,
Which surround the lonely sailboat drifting
Towards the small rocky island.
Green tuft of trees, like hair,
Growing over the bald spots.
Small cottage clinging to the point
Like a poor man’s castle.
The arbutus are shedding their rusty peel,
Revealing rich golden nakedness beneath.
Pine fragrance hovers around me
From trees not yet eaten by the pine beetle.
I hear my hound rustling in the leaves behind me
As she chases yet another annoying insect,
While sitting on my bluff
Surveying the never ending landscape.
Wide open skies and great expanse of ocean,
Toy sailboats in the hazy distance,
Sound of lapping waves below me.
Mother Nature has outdone herself again!
Categories:
arbutus, imagery, nature, ocean, senses,
Form: Free verse
If ironic is in volt sound thunder would not cash aid,
Wind pour thunder crackers,
Sit among a tunnel invest among a car,
Scent bitter sweet frost among tree for a cost,
News to a paper give it wet weather,
Sit among a tunnel invest among a car,
Hate among a tree let the apples elope,
Circle among the breeze and let split in half and,
If warmer the juice then sweeter the berry,
One could make pie and take the seeds and,
Make a blossom of forest mix with Malus pumila and Arbutus unedo,
And if Paris freeze and Autumn leaves shower and,
Sit among a tunnel invest among a car,
Marriage proposal let be know as Amount the cash,
Now that is picture perfect.
Categories:
arbutus, art, love,
Form: Verse