There on the hillside
A puddle of brilliant light
Sun broken through clouds
poem- ominous February 7, 2017
The sky could not be bluer
turquoise and ocean and bright summer day
captured on the snow piled like icing on the trees,
but on the horizon
a wall of charcoal grey
hints at a blizzard on its way.
I watch through the window and hope
I’m home before it hits.
poem-sun dreams August 20, 2015
Out the smallest window
verdant velvet valleys glisten green,
fold under blue grey hills
beneath a sky without a touch of cloud.
Today dew settles on leaves and reflects
the illumination of heaven.
poem-orb October 9, 2014
A huge silver orb is
suspended in the mist
and glistens on the lake.
it was all hazy, and the sun was a huge silver orb hanging in mist. I should start carrying my camera again.
Poem- What I learned July 21, 2014
What I learned about you:
- you did not hang the stars
- you did not shave the moon
- you did not fuel the sun
- you make me super nova
- you make me new each months
- you make me shine
What I learned about us:
- we’re celestial
- we’re changing
- we’re burning
poem-sun June 20, 2014
The mahogany marbling
of my arms betrays
my desire to remain indoors,
out of the burning glare.
Strange times, when
we are forced under sun.
Instead supervising exams
we direct lost tourists
to the Info Centre
(Google, your map is wrong,
like this government).
So many metaphors
and all day in the sun
to appreciate them.
.
poem- horse light August 21, 2013
Light is galloping across the hills
Glistening roan, bay, and dun.
Splotches of palomino and skewbald
reflect the canter of the clouds
across the sun.
.
,
©2012 Michael Russell Used with permission. If you love this image, you should check out Michael’s gallery!
.
The light was so fantastic above Kalamalka Lake on the drive home today. I wish I’d had a camera to capture the long light, and gleaming fields of gold, russet, and brown above the lake! Words will have to do, though Michael Russell’s beautiful photo will give you an idea of the hills and the cantering clouds, at least!
Shawn L. Bird 