Vancouver Island

Vancouver Island

/ Flowerpoet / 2 Comments

(My site here is full or near full so you can find this and other posts at FlowerpoetShelley. 💕✨)

A healthy hug 💕✨

Vancouver Island

I live where the Eagles are,

down below their nest.

In Canada’s Winter, I watch

Canada Geese circle and rest.

Here on Vancouver Island,

I walk beneath tall trees

in young and ancient forests

feeling in tune, in harmony.

No life goes unchallenged,

still I am greatly blessed

living here with the Eagles

and feeling the Spirit of the West.

February 27, 2023

Shelley Audrey Wilson

Victoria, Bc

Beneath a Tree

Vancouver Island View

/ Flowerpoet / Leave a comment

 

　

 

　

(Writing Poetry-  my digital music composition)

 

 

By far the fairest in the land,

snow-white Mount Baker floats-

a towering, ethereal castle cloud-

over distant curves and layers

of hazy, blue-gray horizons.

Romancing midsummer sunlight,

a breeze ripples water with delight

as spell-bound white sailboats

move dreamily in a slow dance

beyond the rocky, sea-grass beach.

I press magic buttons and

our side-windows yawn.

I turn my magic key.

The car engine quiets.

Conversation stops.

Fairy-dust in the breeze invites

silent reverie and dreams.

Eyes close, guards down, we rest-

two sleeping beauties-

on the Isle’s enchanting shore.

 

July, 25, 2011

　

May your Spirit shine brightly,Shelley

Timeless

/ Flowerpoet / Leave a comment
Timeless
Spring in Winter called Alissa and I to explore,
so we drove the winding mountain roads
that thrill you with wonder at every turn.
We traveled from Victoria to Tofino,
with blessings for our adventurous journey
from the ancient trees of Cathedral Grove.
Aboriginal artistry whispered to us
in a quiet, meditative Gallery
offering images to nurture the soul.
A print called ‘Timeless’ spoke directly to our hearts.
Creative Spirit joined the Sun on one side
to the Full Moon on the other
with bright colours and bold lines.
Soon we found ourselves at Long Beach,
walking happily between the Sun and the Moon.
We’d entered the awesome beauty of a timeless walk
on wave-patterned sand firm beneath our feet.
The tide was out, revealing little treasures
here and there along the magical shore.
Seeming near though far, frothy mint-green waves
reached to greet us, then invitingly drew back.
Wet-suited surfers rode upon their crests.
Birds watched from the sand, the water, and the sky.
Scattered across the dream-world landscape,
explorers like us wandered,
soaking in the simple joy of being.
It was a timeless scene in which we walked—
the slowly setting Sun soaring
above the vast Pacific waters to our right,
while to the left the Full Moon sat
like an eagle resting on the tree-tops
waiting for the unknown night.
We still have a Universe to explore
in the cycles of aeons to come
but timeless memories last forever
so we’ll surely relive this one.
February, 2000