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My Serenity

The cottonwood fluff blankets the ground
In a thick snowy white layer,
As the gentle breeze whispers 
Through the emerald green foliage.

The fragrance of mowed sun dried hay up ahead,
As the farmer’s toys mulch it and create neat long rows,
Then numerous identical clones of perfect rectangles
Lying one after the other, same distance apart.

In the coral, the chocolate horses’ coats
Glisten in the dazzling late afternoon sun
The same reflecting off the high dancing leaves
As they turn many shades of green.

Up above I hear the drone of acrobatic airplanes
Giving the small community a show.
Screams of delight in the distance,
From the stomach churning fairground rides.

And laughter from speed boats
Roaring up the mighty Fraser River
Beyond the corridor of trees behind me.
I begin to feel tired after my long walk.

I rest my weary legs, seating myself on a nearby bench
Placed here in memory of a longtime community resident.
And I gaze upon the open landscape before me.
Farmer’s fields just ahead, distant snow covered mountain peaks.

Billowing tufts of clouds floating slowly, peacefully above
And I remind myself why I love this amazing corner of the world,
Its beauty surrounds me, north, south, east, and west
My calm, my serenity, my religion, my escape from life stresses.

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Autumn Arrives

The torrential rains
Poured into September with a vengeance 
As the black clouds were driven in
By autumn winds,
Giving summer a sudden farewell. 
Crushing my fading petunias
As the leaves along the dike
Were painted all shades of gold
And pushed to the sodden ground.

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The Wall Around My Heart Crumbles

The wall around my heart
Slowly began to crumble
Like the Berlin Wall 
Of my ancestry.
I kept my steady pace
Upon the rusty leaf strewn dike
Letting the scents of autumn
Linger upon me.
As the flooded cranberry fields
Came into view
Surrounding the out buildings
Like a miniature lake,
The canada geese glide swiftly
Upon its mirror image.
I began to love myself
As the devine being I am,
To open my heart 
To the love within me
Surrounded by light,
Autumn colours and scents,
And the beauty of nature around me.

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A Cold Stormy Winter's Night

It is a cold stormy winter’s night.
And the power has gone out once again!
I light my candles and throw a log on my fire,
The bright embers burning a rich amber as they spark. 
I turn up the volume of Paul Simon at Hyde Park. 
Thank god for my Spotify downloads!
I take a sip of my red Malbec,
And dance up a storm to the lively music, 
Bringing a smile to my face as I catch my breath.

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The Trees Are Talking

The trees are talking,
She said, as I passed.
We listened in silence
And heard the squeaking,
As trunks rubbed together
High up in the canopy, above our heads.

“Those humans come again
Up the steep trail.
Can’t stay away from what we’ve created. 
This maritime rainforest
Draws them in hoards,
Until the rains come
And the days get shorter,
When they huddle indoors,
And we can converse in silence once again!”

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Life As I Sip My French Viognier

Life as I Sip My French Viognier

With an Indy Blues melody softly playing behind me, 
I relax on my outdoor couch, tired legs stretched out, 
After a brutal uphill hike earlier this windy day.
A cold glass of french viognier at my lips,
As I sip slowly, listening to the myriad bird calls.

Yes, retirement certainly agrees with me,
As well as my recent move away from the city. 
I feel very fortunate to be able to self isolate 
Without any effort at all on this beautiful coast. 
And I take another sip of my french viognier.

The froth of the waves kiss the shoreline,
As the seagulls float effortlessly above, 
Providing me with an aerial entertainment.
I ponder on my life and my dreams for old age 
And I take another sip of my french viognier.

Suddenly wings flap into my zen and a streak of black 
Flies directly towards me through my patio,
Landing on the railing behind me....a large raven!
I looked at him and he looked sideways at me,
And I take another sip of my french viognier.

I feel a bit discombobulated after this event
And wonder what the meaning of this intrusion is. 
Was it a friend from the city flying by for a visit? 
Or perhaps the spirit of my long gone parents?
I take another sip of my french viognier.

Thoughts arise of a dear friend from my past 
And the memories of a life that once was. 
When happiness was all that I knew,
That same happiness that is so distant now. 
And I take another sip of my french viognier.

As I relax on my outdoor couch, sadness overcomes me... 
Another Indie Blues melody softly plays behind me,
In this serene zen I have created here by the seaside.
I feel I have lost something on this path called life..... 
And I take another sip of my french viognier.

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Cranberry Harvest

Cranberry Harvest

The golden leaves crunch under my feet
As I watch the seven harvest machines dance
Across the cranberry field in choreographed formation.

The thick black rain clouds are blown by fierce winds
Allowing the bright sun to make an appearance.
The heavy fragrance of fall foliage is in the air.

The small, tart, red berries pop up
To float on flooded fields…..
The great cranberry harvest has begun!

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Is This My Peace

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!

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Suicide

At times I can forget and the memories begin to fade
At times I feel overwhelmed by the sadness of it all
His love was not as pure and powerful as mine
The hurt within myself overpowers my surroundings
At times I feel so empty like a shell strewn on the beach
Amongst the other empty shells of others who loved and lost

As the breeze lifts and sway the palm leaves above
And the white faced monkeys play tag along the beach
The warm Pacific waters of Costa Rica beckon
For me to enter the safety of Earth Mother’s womb
To once again return to my very beginnings
At peace and empty of thoughts of a complicated life

The bright southern sun sparkles on the rolling surf
The clean blue sky melts into the edge of the ocean
The toucans and parrots parade their colours
As the tide comes in with the roar of each wave
And I sit on this secluded beach weighing pros and cons
Do I take the ocean walk so inviting before me

What is there left for me, I’ve lived my life and said my goodbyes
Life goes on around me as I gaze out along the beach
He doesn’t love me enough to even send a message
Would he even miss me, already focussed on someone new
I was just a number but the one he had the longest
Perhaps we will meet again as my next life awaits me

I get up off my towel and walk towards the water
So warm and inviting, the sounds of nature all around me
First knee high, then thigh high, then a wave washes over me
It envelops me and pulls me deeper into the womb
Where I now only hear muted sounds as my memories fade
And at last I am at peace as the warm Pacific takes me

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Modern Day Apocalypse

Here we all are
In this modern day apocalypse.
Social distancing, stay at home....
Virtual friends, virtual workouts,
Virtual jobs, virtual schools.
What would we do without the internet?

Borders are closed, travel bans in effect. 
Concerts are cancelled, sports events too. 
Bars are closed, large gatherings taboo. 
And restaurant seating doesn’t exist. 
Food can be ordered for delivery only. 
What will we do, where will we go?

Salons and day spas are all closed!
No nails, no lashes, no haircuts or colours. 
What will the pampered woman do?
Au naturel for all of us....
Oh my, what a dilemma!
Different women when we come out of hiding!

So I escaped to my cottage by the sea.
Filled 14 bags with yard debris!
Raked up fallen branches and dried up leaves. 
Great to be outside with rolled up sleeves!
Hiked the ocean trails with my furry friend. 
Excited to see what’s around the next bend.
Will lose my fake lashes and grow out my hair, 
Will fit right in with the residents here and there!

Social distancing?
Can see my neighbours beyond the trees. 
Entertainment?
Right in my own back yard....
Seals at sea, deer upon the hillside, eagles in the sky. 
Nothing but paradise, away from it all!

But what I miss most is physical touch!
I can briefly forget this world crisis we’re in, 
Overlooking the harbor with it’s tranquility, 
Sailboats peacefully gliding by.
But physical touch is what I need,
Not elbow to elbow or heel to heel!
Rather an affectionate bear hug,
Strong arms wrapped around me, 
Warm cheek to warm cheek!
Let’s hope and pray it’s over soon....