I’m just at the beading phase of my new weaving ‘Victoria’ the name of the city on Vancouver Island where I’ve lived over ten years this second time around.
Victoria A Work In Progress
Month: February 2021
A Snowflake In The Air
It was Snowing when I decided to go for a walk last Saturday, the day before Valentine’s Day. I had just written my poem, A Single Snowflake, before 8a.m. that morning, and walked with the words still fresh in my mind.
Moving through this rare Snowfall here, it felt like I was walking through my poem.
It was shortly after 11a.m. when I came upon the painted Heart on a sidewalk grate. (Perhaps that’s not the technical term for it but I was feeling grateful to see it, so ‘grate’ it is for me.)
The Heart looked like a Valentine card with its ‘target’ Heart and sliding boot print ‘arrow’. Seizing the moment, I pulled off my mitten and used my cell phone camera to record my delight.
The funny thing is that I didn’t take a good look at the photo until I was about to post and share it through my favourite websites the next day, Valentine’s Day.
There it was, a little fuzzy but unmistakable Snowflake in the air. I wonder if it landed on or near the ‘target’ on the ground.
February 15, 2021
Shelley Wilson
A Single Snowflake
I’m only a single snowflake,
yet part of a greater whole
more than my world of snow.
I dance upon the unseen wind.
I sway and whirl and roll
happily as I now descend
to rest upon the waiting ground.
The wind says that I’ll change
the form that I’m now in.
I’ll melt, evaporate, ascend…
I may become a single drop
of something called the rain,
or even a single snowflake
to dance the spirit wind again.
February 13, 2021
Shelley Wilson
Which Eye Is It?
Perspectives, Feelings, Interpretations
Heavy clouds bearing Winter’s messages
move swiftly through the sky
as two people pass each other by,
walking in opposite directions.
The clouds release their snowflakes
to the land and life below.
Irritated, one woman loudly curses
this bitter assault of snow
and the frozen hell she’s living in.
Elated, the other woman quietly blesses
these refreshing snow-kisses on skin
and the beautiful heaven she’s in.
They’re moving through the same information,
translating from different worlds within.
February 11, 2021
Shelley Wilson
Flowerpoet 
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