Several posts with photos of snow and recent Spring snowstorms had me digging through my papers when I came across this old poem I wrote years ago.

Several posts with photos of snow and recent Spring snowstorms had me digging through my papers when I came across this old poem I wrote years ago.

After the World War Two Madness,
I was born in a gold-mining town
set in Canadian wilderness
with many lakes and rivers around.
I played in a garden of flowers
early mornings of light like gold,
sapphire skies and a brilliant blue
still rich in Memories I clearly hold.
In short Summers, I played in the heat.
In long Winters, I played in the cold,
a wealth of snow beneath my feet-
a wealth of diamond snowflakes unsold.
Autumns gave me treasures of leaves
that lay like coloured gems on the ground.
Springs brought me abundant pleasures-
birthdays, Earth’s rebirths, baby bird sounds…
Years passed fast and I’ve grown old
watching the Sunlight I’ve known
slowly become ‘harsh’ and strangely ‘cold’.
Mad men began War with Life and Nature,
using Nature to destroy Life here,
now falling into World War Three Madness
for greed, for glory, arrogance, fear,
profiting nothing- No Love in That End.
I watch the Great War of Storms unfold,
still holding tight to my Memory Gold.
April 4, 2023
Shelley Audrey Wilson
Victoria, BC

Daffodil Magic
I stopped my car to see Daffodils
splattered like paint on canvas hills,
an enchanting and wondrous sight.
There in the golden morning light,
their yellow faces shone so bright
as if Nature had painted each Flower
giving it the awesome power
to banish cares away that day.
With such great Beauty everywhere,
I took many photos to treasure
and view later with savoured pleasure.
Photos may hold Daffodil Beauty
but their Magic is still in me.
April 3, 2023
Shelley Audrey Wilson
Victoria, BC




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