Thought extinct, it survives
grazing hooves and drought
to stop development.
Thought extinct, it survives
grazing hooves and drought
to stop development.
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2014
Tagged Dry Creek, haiku, Kaweah Brodiaea, photographs, poetry, weekly-photo-challenge, wildflowers
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2014
Tagged Butchart Gardens, haiku, photographs, poetry
Three reflections of downtown Victoria’s bright colors and herd of humans being themselves, I was a shutter-bugging fool.
My brown-skinned girl,
each dusty draw
seems softer, shadows
linger longer at the dawn
as the sun moves south
down ridgelines.
I begin to hear
the faint sound
of a light rain, early
on the roof—the musty
smell of it awakening
a primal surge of new life
for old veins on guard
for the slightest sign
telegraphed ahead
of a train in my mind
mesmerized by rivulets
finding their own way
to the creek running
into spring. Cottonwoods’
first yellow leaves
gathered by rolling gusts
up and down canyon—
you say you feel it too.
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2014
Tagged August, Butchart Gardens, Drought, Dry Creek, photographs, poetry, rain, signs, weather
Posted in Photographs
Tagged BC Ferries, British Columbia, photographs, Salt Spring Island, Victoria
The old trees wear scars well,
grab and hold the earth
together better than sapling
wood bending with each recent
gust, or so we say with ages
packed beneath our peeling bark
delicately exposing what we could
not young. Not nimble dilettantes,
we take our wine in gulps for pain,
for all that has been lost–
that we will surely follow
to the fire, warming as always,
toil by toil until we become
bucketed gray ash to be stirred
and washed into the hungry heart
of soil. These old trees stand
their ground to wait with memory
and dream, always almost there.
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2014
Tagged Arbutus, British Columbia, Canada, Empress Hotel, Pacific Madrone, photographs, poetry, Victoria
Reclamation of a limestone quarry in Victoria begun in 1907, the gardens receive over a million visitors each year.
Posted in Photographs
Tagged B.C., B.C. Ferries, Canada, Cowboy Celtic, photographs, Salt Spring Island, Victoria
The Red Tails lift and glide above me,
circling our gather within oak trees, chemise
and fractured granite that hasn’t moved
for centuries on this mountain. One of few
humans they know, I have wished
upon their wings and eye, like a falconer,
to inform, to lead me to what I can’t see
grazing peacefully. Someday, maybe—
or resort to drones to do my bidding,
watch the calving, check feed and water,
be on patrol for coyotes and bears,
instead of me. But who would we be,
streaming sci-fi cowboy poetry? Who
would ever know enough to welcome us
into this other world, their home?
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2014
Tagged birds, cows, coyote, drones, Greasy Creek, photographs, poetry, Red Tail, wildlife
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2014
Tagged Canadian Geese, Canadian Honkers, Dry Creek, haiku, photographs, poetry, water, weekly-photo-challenge, wildlife