Monday, 22 May 2017

in the dirt

begonia, begonia, begonia
fuschia
lantana
heliotrope
lavatera
African daisy
licorice plant
ornamental kale
impatiens
something that looks like coleus that I don't remember the name of
dahlias
begonia, begonia, begonia




Saturday, 20 May 2017

chittering

and the baby squirrel high up on the trunk of the mugo pine is like
'yeah!  so what?  what about it?'
and we're like 'well, sure.  good for you.
just don't let the magpies hear you talkin like that.'
and the baby squirrel is all 'magpies, crows---bring 'em on!'
and we're like 'okay, see you around baby squirrel.'
and the squirrel continues on its way to shimmy up the tree
just barely taking care not to trip over
all that attitude.

Tuesday, 16 May 2017

Sunday, 14 May 2017

nocturnal visitor

and in the last moments of reading
before nodding off to sleep
a tickle
a travel
of eight little legs
on the back of a hand
as one wee spider went wending its way

a little encouragement for the task ahead
the challenge of weaving

Saturday, 13 May 2017

beginning

getting started is always
the hardest part
not knowing exactly where or how to
begin
and so you tell yourself things
like
maybe not today
maybe tomorrow or the next day or the day after that
that what you need is a little more
time
time to plan
time to consider
time to think and figure things out
and then there comes a day when you wake up and think
maybe it's time to step out of the way
to stop yourself from stopping
that today is a day like and unlike any other
and maybe as good a day as any to just
begin

Friday, 12 May 2017

breezing

a windy day
when all the butterflies are busy
flitting and fluttering their wings
stirring up breezes to lift us up
and into all the brightness
that we know however deep down and buried
silently steadily embers
with promise and possibility
for all

flitter and fly on
butterflies


Sunday, 7 May 2017

the greening

and overnight it shifts
with the help of a few raindrops
the move away from brown and into blooming
the branches are still sparse
but tipped with what were buds
now tiny leaves
and it reminds me why May is my favourite month here
a month promising longer sun filled days to come
and how quickly things change
and how much there is to hold
and hold dear


Friday, 5 May 2017

cinco

bus driver in a hockey jersey
chickadee songbook
smokers outside the hospital
a packed out patio
warm and breezy
hot and windy

the fifth of the fifth

Thursday, 4 May 2017

sotto

the setting light
on the tips
of the tall spruce tops
across the way
remind me why May
is my favourite month
here
in this northern place

Tuesday, 2 May 2017

may day + 1

sometimes
things take just a little bit longer
they need a bit of breathing room
to gestate
grow
into what they will ultimately
become

so if may day didn't radically alter things
in your part of the world
take heart

things are revolving
evolving
slowly but surely

the bees are dancing and
the hive is buzzing

Monday, 1 May 2017

fluff dry/fluff on by arachnid

sometimes it's possible
to rescue the small ones
before they fall into harm's way

like a spider in the bathtub corner
(just leave it alone)
or one in the clothes dryer
while tossing in socks and t-shirts
(gently escorted elsewhere)

sometimes it's possible
to rescue the small ones
and sometimes it's not

better to think of all
the many possibilities