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.

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

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

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

Beyond the crusted snow,
Old grass, 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.

Silver birch leaves, brown,
Crinkly, acknowledging
Upcoming season.

Insomniacs unite!
Better not to sleep than miss
The morning sky at dawn.

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

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.

Springtime at 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.

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.

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.

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

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

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

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
We 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
A columbine with delicate blooms
Like refugees

Strolling the lakeshore
On Saturday afternoon
Rebirthing my spirit

Living in a small place
Looking for an empty space
Throw something out

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

What do I remember
Monkey tree in Old Massett
Mural on huge float

Agate Beach on Tow Road
Susan’s gorgeous beach house
She liked my book…

Things are simpler than
you think, is what I heard
From the universe

A road less travelled
Rolling hills, lush valleys
Beauty seldom seen

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

Memories of love
Nourish the soul and sweeten
The disposition

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