For The Loss of a Dove

Oh sadness

oh no

struck

and spun

a twisted spiral

a dove's life

a dove's life

undone

God please

take her spirit

quickly please now

free her

that she may

not suffer

oh this poor

beautiful

dove

I close my eyes

I pray

my heart

sends it out

when I open

them

her breathing

yes

her breathing

has stopped

still

there is sadness

at such

a tender bird

lost

by our

busy highways

destruction

that more often

than not

anaesthetizes many

who just carry on

without any feeling

any feeling or thought

for the loss

of beautiful nature

and this beautiful

dove

Later

as I move

further

and further

away

I see a

skeleton

of a bird

that could be

the same

yes, a dove

like the one

that is now

flying

over my head

I worry though

that this one

could be

the companion

of the one

that is dead

oh sadness

oh tragedy

for a bird

that I love

oh sadness

for the loss

for the loss

of the

dove.

Part of a Larger Circle

What if

all our

food allergies

body dis-ease

is really

our mother

earth

speaking

to us

directly

bodily

saying

Save Me

free me

from

monopoly

monoculture

be that food

or otherwise

How I long

to be Free

filled with

Diversity

this is

 what

I need

creativity

not

genetically

engineered

but totally free

to be new

each moment

adapting

growing

creative

flowing

free

in Peace
Set me free

beginning

with

yourself

for you

for me

for

one
for all

for Our Health

and Well-being

Set

Me

Free.

Set

Us

Free

Choose

wisely

what life

you take

into your

body

for it

is part

of a

larger

circle

of life

my life

yours,

Mother

Earth.

Haiku

Victim

small pink feet dangling

suspended how in this tree

oh, poor frozen mouse

Crimson Rising

rippling crimson fire

a ceiling of bubbling clouds

morning sun rising

Snowflake

softly touching down

an art form lost forever

upon a warm tongue

Frost

a broken window
restored by the rising sun
as it melts the frost

Lies

rainbows do tell lies
shining on a spiders web
within morning dew

Lunch

my inner child screams
as the spider closes in
piercing helpless prey

Deer Passing

was it felt or heard
soft vibration of thumping
a tail flashing white

Thunder Cloud

I see you coming
rolling billowing giant
threatening to rain

Spring Snow

piled to the ease troughs
incredible wall of snow
portent of flooding

A Clearing to Relax

wow, no mosquitoes
one small dragonfly, good job
thank you very much!

Walking on Water

walking on water
(ice layer hidden below)
she looked like Jesus


Sex

naturally best
when allowed an unfolding
without controlled thought


Beggar's Ticks

quiet hitchhikers
stick up like so many quills
oh my poor dog's face


Unexpected Apparition

dark shadow rising
exploding apparition
many wings flapping



(photography is all my own)

What will you Weave?

Gaze upon this matter

a floating orb of life
that is at your fingertips
for joy, love or strife

A thought, a word,

a deed  today

can spin the thread

of tomorrow

Think upon
what you weave
love, peace or sorrow.

A Gift of Enchantment

Warm Moist early summer air

enveloping, giving a feeling of pink

as the sun descends

and lowers a blanket

of mist upon

the wild summer

grasses growing

freely

over long

rolling hills

of the parkland

wisely preserved

by our ancestors.

What’s this?

Twinkling lights

within the mist

360 degrees

of enchantment

gently blinking beauty

calling first here

then there

where

a smile

comes

unbidden

to settle

upon

a heart

forever

remembering

this moment

and

grateful

for the

generous

gift.

The above is a recollection of an early summer evening
in which I experienced a field completely covered in fireflies
as I momentarily left the Winnipeg Folk Festival to cycle
and also walk back to my campsite to change and retrieve what I
needed for the evening's festivities. This moment of enchantment
will remain within my memory forever, whereas I do not recall
much of the boisterous activities of a crowd of over 30,000 people.

Hmm... food for thought.

Apology to a Partridge

I’m sorry little partridge

that I startled you

made you lift

your little round body

against the forces

of gravity

using precious energy

not once but twice

on this frosty morning

to escape in flight

peeping over and over

your fear

and though I changed

directions

moved my path wide

from where your

little round shadowed form

landed

my pup came too close

and so once again

you peeped your fear

and flew fast and low

with my genuine concern

over the highway

safely thank goodness.

I wondered at your loneliness

as usually I see at least

two to four of your kind together

but then was reassured

another day

when I did see

a group of at least five

flying freely

together.

Dawn Rising

Shadowed form emerging

in dim light

growing, rising

what a sight

Curiosity,

mind confused

imagination

reality fused

unearthly creature

expanding up and wide

explodes before me

to the left and right

with a whoosh and a ripple

a chorus of wings in flight

my heart beats in rhythm

with their plight

these startled birds

whom I didn’t know

were settled in a bush

that I approached

before the first

light of day

had I known

I’ve would’ve chosen

another way

so within this shelter

they could’ve stayed

upon this cold

winter morning

day.

[Again, on another dawn rising walk…]

Shadowed form emerging

in dim light

growing, rising

what a sight

Curiosity,

mind confused

imagination

reality fused

unearthly creature

rising over me

wings expanding

then I see

it is an Owl

right over my head

so close I wonder

if it will come down

instead

it just checks me out

and continues on its way

not too far though

to land on a pole

and there it stays.

I think this must be

the same one

I did hear

in the distance

three or four times

with no fear

but intrigue

and wonder

as I passed by

under a moonlit

morning sky

with stars

twinkling

and shining bright

trees illuminated

by this light

lending

a surreal feel

yet at the same time

that all was whole

all would heal.