Tag Archives: solace

Photography, Poetry

What Surrounds Us Becomes

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I am sitting on damp ground

in my ragged garden with light rain

There is something kinda peaceful

in gardens when spring’s all around

A robin—maybe the same I’ve seen—

lands graceful and soft for a drink

From down low my noticing is keen

look at the single blooming black violet

See how white sage has emerged again

yarrow’s leaves lift and fall like wings

Old chime in the juniper is rusting

but its song’s still subtle sweet

For all these gifts of life I am grateful

quieting voices of conflict and rage

I wish for everyone a space of garden

to be alone awhile with the solace of light rain~

Photography, Poetry

Community Garden

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no exit

one way out

enter by distraction or

unrecognized intention

not far away

traffic’s steady flow

here though

senses stir behind

a gossamer veil in sway

a muted awakening

a hum or whisper

slowed heart beat

in rhythm with soft

steps through damp grass

between agreed upon

boundaries marked

with subtlety of foliage

or wordless ‘keep out’ enclosure

I claim ownership to none

yet come to pause

near a weather grey picnic table

bask in the late afternoon light

watch clouds cross

this pale blue September sky

circle the looming presence

of a great Garry Oak memory tree

yet come to stroll

narrow paths between

bounty of life unseen

to view the fruits of

others’ love and labour and time

to listen for a familiar rhythm

to clear my world weary mind~

Photography, Poetry

The World is Lonely

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In the place of tall trees

I go walking

Bird song rises

Human sounds fade

One or two dog wanderers quiet smiling

Calm passages

Light flicks between flutter leaves

There’s a chair been delivered by someone

maybe needing a place sometimes to go

maybe needing away from their chaotic all

Maybe they close their eyes here and listen

simmer runaway minds and just hum

The world is abundant

All is possible

There’s joy of life and there’s beauty

There’s danger threat and fear

The world can feel so heavy

Humanity’s suffering is everywhere plenty

Some of us find less Lonesome in here🪶

Photography, Poetry

Cheers to the moon

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Here’s to the garden man

raises a sign on country road

hopes some passersby may come

buy vegetables

He digs deep his rich garden dirt

while his dog sniffs up your walking shoes

Here’s to his beaten chair

worn from sun baking

contemplating how long must he wait

for good news

Here’s to hours after midnight

gazing up at silent skies

listening to solace rolling through

still as art on the wall

Here’s to the moon

shining bright like a headlight

take a breath take it in

let down your delicate within

for now everything feels alright