What the Sundial Said

HDR sundial

Why wait for Summer

While the seconds tick away?

Inhale this moment,

Teach your lungs to breathe Today.

‘Now’ is something fragile,

A gift that never lasts;

Every second precious,

For soon it’s called the Past.

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Upon a Gentle Evening

lake at sunset

Dark descends as sky extends her palms of candied pink;

Earth below reflects her glow in watercolour ink.

Flossy clouds in evening shrouds spin filaments of light;

Shadows stretch as ripples fetch the moon, and say goodnight.

The Break

 

Upper Kananaskis Lake

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Paddles skim on liquid glass,

Sky checks her reflection;

Rocky shores with wooden doors

Display her pure complexion.

Hands of Time, I snap you here,

To break your counting power,

Cram a lifetime’s thirsty soul

Into this sacred hour.

 

 

The Tailor

Looking up

 

Scurrying,

hurrying,

frantic to-do-worrying,

blind-eyed,

soul-dried,

blinkers block the view.

Slowing,

knowing,

intake of the blowing,

raising,

gazing,

comprehending blue.

Standing,

landing,

soul-to-sky expanding,

seeing,

freeing,

seeking golden dreams.

Stretching,

fetching,

drinking in the etching,

reclining,

aligning,

repairing at the seams.

How She Spends Her Time

orange daylily

 

Nature’s disbursement, copper

pennies (ticking time bombs) tap

out her allotment hour by

hour. Rich or poor, sinner or

.

 

saint, all receive one thousand,

four hundred and forty. Hers

used to slip through her fingers

like water, burning a hole

.

in her pocket on Pay Day.

But when her economy

collapsed, she diversified

her portfolio, making

.

investments in her children,

marriage, self – a penny saved

is a penny worth spending

on a day such as this one.

Carpe Rosa

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Flowers fade, and fall at last,

Petals marry ‘now’ to ‘past’,

Only what you’ve stored en masse

Will feed your summer dreams.

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Daylight nods as autumn wakes,

Giving less than dying takes,

Storing life while living breaks,

Ripping golden seams.