Guishichan

see where i've been
   a vibrant garden,
      it all stands still
this coloured scene.

hurtle through
    the sky, some
summer day

   five hundred 
miles per hour,
      so they say.

      a garden has
some mystery, 
a latent threat,

a body buried
   somewhere,
   no regrets.

   a virus, all
invisible has
   murdered
peace of mind.

estranging friend
   from friend, who
   could not stand
comfortably close,

to share those
   all important
      confidences

social creatures
   mad monkeys
      in a riot,

   how can the
      centre hold,
it's never quiet.

see where i've been
   a vibrant garden,
   it all stands still
this coloured scene.

Fallen Gate

Fallen Gate

some time ago,
      somebody
   left it open.

   a fallen gate,
      half rotten
in a desert place...


   half-standing
      half-fallen, 
      covered now, 
with old green moss

   it speaks of 
      long ago
and sad decay,

of time long past
      or was it
   yesterday.


some time ago,
      somebody
   left it open.

   a fallen gate,
      half rotten
in a desert place...

Rosemary

Rosemary

almost december,
i dug, as she said.

   take up the
      rosemary,
out of the bed.

      i dug as
directed, she
knows what 
   she wants

   dug up the 
      herbs, put 
them in pots.

winter, you see
will be coming
      by soon, 

and cold will get
nasty, far beyond
      gruesome.

   but her herbs
      in a pot and
under our lights, 

should live all 
      the winter
      and into 
the spring.

Kalanchoe

Kalanchoe

   bunches of tiny 
      white dreams:
flowers, bundled
like tiny bouquets,

      they come
from far away,
across a world.

(we never saw
them disembark
      the plane.)


they say the
dream business will
not be the same.

we cannot fly,
the virus 
clipped our wings.

      sunny 
destinations
   live only in
our dreams.

nothing is certain,
      everything 
   has changed.

   our world was
such a wonder,
but now that's
      rearranged.

Kalamalka Lake 2020g

Kalamalka Lake 2020g

   ponderosa
pine trees
      give a bit
   of shade.

   green water, 
interesting
   to look at.

   a vision so
      beautiful,
   words alone 
are not enough.

hot summers
      are wonders,
despite the heat.

   cool green
waters cool
   a roasted
   passerby.

   fine just to be 
there, almost
   if you listen,

   to such silence
   you might find,
a special place.

and recognise a
spooky stirring
      deep inside.

Bright October 2020c

   october was 
   no surprise.
see it happen!
   like last time

      as i passed,
goat on a grassy roof,
we were more than
   a bit surprised.

    no tears needed
rain is predicted,
   time passes so
slowly, unnoticed.

october's gone;
      december's
around an
   icy corner.

it goes right by:
a peapod boat
in a trickle
   of a stream.

time.time.time

View From Above

View From Above

   we envy birds.
their easy flight,
   mastery of air,

   their, oh so
   wonderful
point of view.

      treetops look
interesting when we 
are positioned like
   a bird's-eye.

   we don't see
things the same.
      we can't, we
have no wings,

   although we
   so often wish
to see treetops
   from above.

Dreams and Nightmares

Dreams and Nightmares

eyes locked shut,
morning comes
   much too soon.

stories have
      played on 
      screens, 
   inside of
slammed shut
      eyelids.

      video playing,
so different from 
   a photograph!

      you can look
again and again,
seeing previously
      missed detail.

   colours are so
   beautiful, you
say, and i wonder.

   which colours
      do you see, i
cannot expect
   to truly
understand.

i see my colours
   and i know i
can trust that
      you will see
your own dreams
and nightmares,

   your own way, 
your own colours
      maybe.

   monochrome: 
      so different.
special in its way.
      dramatic 
   sometimes,
in simplicity.

Golden Rose Heart

Golden Rose Heart

   so beautiful,
      her colours
swirl, like a
   whirlpool
of beautiful
      colours,

   which can
reveal so much
   beauty, in a
   world that
needs so much.

so, when my 
      memories
fade, i'll be
   happy to
   have seen
her golden
      rose heart.

Alert

      something
   interesting
passes by,
   way across 
the lawn.

we are alert.
   we cannot 
   anticipate
everything.

   good hunter,
tough on mice,
from the shed.

   dug up lots of
healthy vegetables,
      that grew in 
      the garden.

   brought them
into the house,

   black earth
   falling onto
creamy white
      carpet...