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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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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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Magical Scene

Magical Scene

There was a rustling in the woods 
Under the arbutus tree canopy,
As I climbed up the lichen covered rocks 
Above the shimmering ocean,
Late afternoon sun streaming down.

I turned to see a doe watching me
With her big soft brown eyes!
The hardened lichen crunched under my feet 
As I crept closer to her image, camera ready!

Swiftly she turned and bounded away
Through the old growth forest,
Springing up and back down
With all four legs in unison, until she faded away.

So I sat on my rock and surveyed the landscape, 
Quietly musing, meditating, contemplating life,
As I watched a fishing trawler slowly glide by, 
Crunching steps slowly crept through the woods.....

And to my left was the doe with her baby in tow, 
Barely visible through the fir and arbutus trees.
I slowly stood up, trying not to step on the crunch.... 
Once again, camera in hand, getting ready to focus.

Mama looked up for a brief moment,
And then lowered her head to continue her feed. 
Her fawn was curious, already lost it’s spots I saw. 
It gingerly stepped to the edge of the mossy rock.

What a beautiful pose it presented to me, 
As it stood still, in perfect profile, 
Allowing me to capture that moment.... 
Forever etched in my digital memory!

I gave thanks to this magical scene,
To have experienced mother nature’s gift,
As the doe trusted my presence in her domain, 
And shared her sweet baby with me.

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The Fire In My Soul

The fire in my soul
Was just another chapter 
In your insane life.

A safe and loving harbor
For you to come home to
Candle light would glow
In the frosty window
The embers were warm
As you walked through the door
Greeted with passion
Never turned you away

Blind to that other life
You led on the outside
Believed you my true love
As we danced through the night
The candle light dinners
I cooked to perfection
Making sweet love
By the crackling fire

I was played for a fool
Believing your words
Your music so soothing
As I sat with my tears
I forgave you again
And again, and again
Until the forgiving
Had emptied my heart

Yes, the fire in my soul
Was just another chapter
In your insane life………
Until it burned itself out.

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Summer By the Ocean

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!

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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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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!