Victoria | Flowerpoet

(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

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

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