(Close Your Eyes and Ride the Stream- my digital music composition)
P.B. Shelley
‘They say I was an atheist.
God knows it isn’t true.
I worshipped Him in Nature
with my heart a humble pew!’
I have had an enduring love of Poetry in every timeline of every life on this planet no doubt.
This Shelley says a cheery ‘Hi!
(Every Winter Ends With Spring- my digital music composition)
Once again the Seasons change.
Winter’s white shroud weighs heavy
on dead leaves and frozen flowers
buried in Canada’s vast land of ice and snow.
Yet Spring comes early to where I live.
Today, Victoria and I walk leisurely
among visiting crowds so eager to see
her scattered rainbows of flowers,
rain-jewelled shrubs, ever-festive holly,
towering guard trees, favoured paths,
and wave-kissed coastal shores.
Everywhere we look, there are cameras
opening their eyes wide
to view the feasts of visual splendour.
I stroll along lush green grass
and watch in silence and wonder
as Victoria smiles with gracious poses.
Queen with a flower-gemmed crown,
this Spirit of Spring, my companion,
walks leisurely with me.
Victoria, B.C. December, 2010
May your Spirit shine brightly, Shelley
earth
Sometimes Life presents us with surprises
along the roads we journey on,
an unexpected herd of bison
grazing with a camel in Vermont.
Sometimes we open to presentiments,
slowing down as we wonder why,
precious seconds graced as a deer darts by.
‘Intuiting’, the spirit of “Live Free Or Die”.
Sometimes we’re puzzled and perplexed…
‘wrong turns’ and ‘saving detours’ designed by ‘Fate’
that we, as Humanity, collectively create—
bridges of love and peace, or roads of rage and hate.
‘Time and Distance to Destination’
measured by a growing higher sense
speeds slow Evolution by Life’s Surprise Events.
‘UFO Beams Down Camel In Vermont’.
November 9, 2008
I found sweet joy in Mykonos
on rock and hill, in sea and air,
but where I found it strong and full
was in the smile of people there.
I found sweet memory in Mykonos
tasting life there a short while,
gathering treasures as I did,
real and rich as the Mykonos smile.
(May 21, 2008)
Flowerpoet 
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