Moving on, I carry treasures in me.
I’ve written this poem in a break from sorting ‘stuff’.






Moving on, I carry treasures in me.
I’ve written this poem in a break from sorting ‘stuff’.










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
As ever with my weavings, Victoria The Beautiful is not perfect but it’s exactly the way I want it to be. I enjoyed the unhurried and unplanned process. Although I say it’s finished, I think perhaps I will add one or two small scrolls of my poetry and some momentos I’ve yet to gather.

The fringe on the right refers the the colour feelings I identify with this city of Victoria, BC, Canada…calm, cool and collected even in challenging times. The greens represent the mosses, lichens, leaves of trees and shrubs, the pinks and whites of the cherry trees, the purplish pinks of heathers, the yellows of broom blossoms, bright pinks and oranges of the many flowers here, the grey of the sea and sky, the blue and white of the sky on sunny days, the pebbles and rocks of the beaches, the peacock colours I identify as the vibes of this beautiful city…






As I said before, it’s not perfect but it’s exactly the way I want it to be.
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