“If I get through March…”
My brother was born in March
And he died in March.

Winds of March blow cold

Weatherman’s predicting snow

Bring on April.

.’Twas a “springy” kind of day
Snow level down to the stubble
And a yellow fox stopped by

Snowflakes coming down

Cat looks out the window

Be fun to catch them.

A raven swoops down
Lands on sundrenched snowbank
Croaks, “Nevermore!”

Brown and white colours
Still linger in the fields and brush
But the robins are back!

Pale skies are bluer now
Shades of spring setting in
But where is the green

You and me at Costco
Costo card saves money
We buy twice as much.

A purple bug’s outside
It has no legs or eyes,
Just wheels and headlights.

Beyond the crusted snow,
Dead grass and stained walls,
Two yellow dandelions.

Four yellow tulips
Dancing in a teapot
Remind me of Spring

Prayers uttered in
Any language, divine
Communication.

Angel food cake has
Hole in the middle and
White swirl frosting.

Insomniacs unite!
Best to not sleep than miss the
Morning sky at dawn.

African violet
Water its roots, sunshine,
Buds pop up, it blooms!

Waking up at three
No more slumbering for me.
Drinking tea in the dark.

Old friends meet on the street
The baby is thirteen now
Been a long time.

Poplars stretching tall
They’re getting the kinks out
Just like me.

I love a carwash
A mini vacation, with
Pretty colored waves.

Somewhere in the world
The air is warm, and grass is green
But it isn’t here.

Bare boned trees, dark blue
Hillsides, silhouetted against
A lustrous pink sky

Springtime on the lake
Water between the cracks
Birds perch on ice cubes

Today’s a good day
Today is the best day
Since yesterday

When the sunshine’s bright
All the world pays attention
New grass, weeds, growing.

Beware of our thoughts
Be aware of what we know
We know more than we think.

The clouds congregate
Shades of grey turbulence
It’s winter again.

Sunlight streams through curtain
What’s new outside in the morn
Frost glistening on cars.

We come, make changes, go
Each of us has a job despite
Built-in obsolescence.

Deer on the roadside
White patches in its fur
No need for winter clothes

Grass thrusts through the clay
Dandelions burst forth
Yellow spots on the green

Broaden our horizons
Book flights, a car, room, tours
Too tired to travel.

Ready to travel
Pink bow on my suitcase
Pink sweater to match.

May dark clouds gather
And rain upon our parade
The dry earth needs water.

Home to the dry north
From the dripping wet south
Put away the umbrella.

Waiting for the green
Wanting to plant flowers
But it’s snowing

Deer munch grass on lawn
They don’t mind that we live here
They live here too.

Sun peaks through in East
Bare boned poplars feel warmth
Leaves will soon waken

A-fib, C-pap, vitals,
Old age brings new language
To help us live longer.

Wings, dozens of wings
Tastes so good but what about
The rest of the chicken?

My roots are what I am
From Britain, China, Holland and
One percent Vietnam.

A deer in the night
Silhouetted in light
Others strolling the dark.

I love dandelions
She said in early spring
Then she mowed them down.

Poplar tree stretches high
New leaves flutter in the sky
Mother tree’s happy.

A poem ups my mood
Raises my conscience to where
I laugh at frivolity.

Colours in night skies
What may they signify
We are one on Earth.

Human brain pauses
Waits for an emergence
Of kindness and trust.

Old songs old memories
“Autumn Leaves” “Sincerely”
Each song has a story.

Water from on high
Will quench the thirsty soil
Douse the forest fire.

My eyes caress the leaves
That wonderful shade of green
Only lasts for awhile

Lush green leaves and grass
Brown patches ready for planting
The warm earth beckons.

Wet droopy leaves
Drenched from a shower
Blow-dry in the breeze

Those living long ago
Helped shape the world we know
We will do the same.

Puffy little peach
Coloured clouds in a blue sky
‘Twill be a good day.

An ant cannot define
An elephant any more than
We can define God.

What’s going on
Underground, beneath the trees
Roots like telephone wire.

Smooth grey pavement
Kaleidoscope of colours
Good to be alive.

The trees are hesitant
As they poke into the grey sky
Will it rain or stay dry.

Sea gulls on the lawn
Pretty birds strutting about
In their formal dress

Radishes are up
First to permeate the soil
Now I see lettuce

I’m still amazed
That planes can rise from the ground
Defying gravity

Old friends meet and greet
Long time since we’d parted
Seems like yesterday

Sweet potato fries
Love them for breakfast
Or maybe it’s the sauce

My whale tour photos suck
Fins, a hump, tail – nothing much
‘Cept water in between

Sea lions snuggling
They must all be good friends
Or to share the warmth

Rough waves smash the shore
Hard rain seeks empty spaces
Now the sun’s shining!

An island cottage
Overlooking the sea
Nice place to vegetate

‘Twas invigorating
Joyful sensations renewed
Time to go home

Love is everywhere
Just need to distribute it
Like seeds in a garden

Aging memory’s
Murky, improves when
Confronting reality

Where are the flowers?
Springtime is long passing
No paintbrushes or columbines

My phone has a virus
Vaccine cannot make it well
Needs SIM card transplant

Some days are bad days
She said, and some days are good
Somehow it helped

Wild roses are not
Big and blousey as tame ones
But their scent is heavenly

Amongst the wild greenery
Columbines with reclusive blooms
Like refugees

Strolling the lakeshore
On Saturday afternoons
Rebirthing my spirits

“We are all connected”
Was the message I heard,
Like the ants and the bees

A road less travelled
Rolling hills, lush valleys
Its beauty seldom seen

Memories of love
Nourish the soul and sweeten
The disposition

Robots, Ai, drones
Invented by lazy humans
Whose jobs are no more

Washing cans, plastics
Recycling’s best I can do
To undo old habits

I go to the bush
To sweeten my soul, he said
And to shoot a moose

I don’t need flowers
To make me feel special,
I said. But they did.

Sometimes strong people
Need to reveal their true strength
To regain respect

Outside there’s a stillness
Wet green leaves and grasses
Silvery glow in the sky

Shared recollections of
Bygone events, places, people
Warm up old memories

Angry wind struggles
Grove of aspens in the way
They just swing and sway

Was it an aging brain
Or a speech impediment
He does stutter

My potatoes are big
Not the babies in the soil
Just the tops

Cowboy country
Horses graze in green pastures
Cows moo their way home

He stands tall in his apron
Serves spiced meat from the grill
She brings salad and cake

Alberta farmland
Acres of yellow canola
That once were green

A breeze wafted through
My bedroom window last night
It was euphoric

Today it is very hot
So hot I almost forgot
‘Bout wind, rain and snow

Dog likes catching sticks
He snuggles, pleads – stick in mouth
Begging you to throw it

‘The wind in the trees
Is trying to call me home’
A prairie boy’s song

Tall grass rims the pond
Dad hayed dry ponds for horse feed
Sweet smell of slough grass

Wide sky like a map
Dark continents of rain clouds
Puffy sunlit islands

Footprints in the coal beds
Reptiles as big as whales
In prehistoric time

Life is like the weather
Sometimes hot, sometimes cold
Sometimes just right

A poem can change the world
Add music and it is a song
With a gentle beat

Real love is constant
A soft beat in the background
When music’s raucous

White sheets on clothes-line
Billowing in the sunshine
Like sailboats on the sea

Fireworks in the sky
Electricity gone wild
Nature’s clean-up crew

The fish in the river
Are part of a food chain
For the bears and me

Games are the spice of life
When there are no prizes to be had
It’s much more fun

Aspen and Silver Birch
Still waving their limbs around
An all night party

My brother used string
To move small objects and scare Mom
He would have loved a drone

The way the wind blows
Directs the course of the flames
Wind can be volatile

I offer gratitude
To the moose for his
Gifts of sustenance

All the wild flowers
Have dried and blown away
Summer’s set on “Air Fry”

Water flowing from a tap
Wasteful that; I packed from a well
Melted snow in winter

A doe and two fawns
At dusk, on the hillside
Her family is safe here

Watching British crime shows
Stabbings, beatings, stranglings
But no gunshots

Fireweed and mountain aster
Pink and purple ‘mongst the green
It’s August already!

Music affects the soul
The beat and harmony
Uniquely complete

Everyone is
One of a kind. One of
Eight billion souls

Love is comfort
Love is a warm embrace
With morning coffee

None of us are perfect
We all have too much or too
Little of something

Fire and floods erase
Homes, fond memories
Of what once was

I have the Google 8
I-Phones fit his hearing aids
We’re cellphone snobs!

A doe with twin fawns
Last night only one baby…
‘Twas a new family

Grandchildren bring us joy
And even more gratifying-
Great-Grandchildren!

Smoke stained the hillside
A dull hazy blue
Red sun in grey sky

l will sleep outdoors
On a moonlit night listening
To the call of loons

The berries are ripe
They dangle in clumps from the tree
Saskatoon pie…

Do you have a dream,
He asked. No, I replied.
Each new day’s a dream

An enraged hornet
Homeless after a hailstorm
Stung me on the throat

A doe with twin fawns
Last night only one baby?
A different family!

I have the Google 8
I-Phones fit his hearing aids
We’re cellphone snobs!

Fire and floods erase
Homes, fond memories
Of what once was

None of us are perfect
We all have too much or too
Little of something

Frilly red hat,
purple blouse, pants and bling
Red Hat Ladies rule!

What’s a memory?
If you can’t recall it, did
It really happen

“Do this” said my child
Just as I had advised her
In many years past

I feel entombed
In my girdle and
compression socks