Monday, April 30, 2012

 

Home To Nest

It is surely the comfort
of tried-and-true expectations,
the confidence that what was there
will remain so, that urgently
persuades them to return.
Routine and familiarity alert
consciousness to the order of
the universe, as creatures
willingly succumb to urges
well beyond understanding
but which promise in some
dim recess of inherited memory,
fulfillment of destiny; nature's
clockwork existence.

As the hawks return to the
forest, whistling and screeching
their presence, they indulge in
wind-borne pyrotechnics to
exhibit their satisfied return.
And small, furred creatures
take heed.  High in a half-blasted
old pine another nest is assembled,
then occupied as owls prepare for
another breeding season.  The drake
and the duck again returned to
the shallow, turgid forest stream
dabble and proceed to nest.

Sunday, April 29, 2012

Possession

It is as though a
malevolent spirit has
entered and taken random
possession of our thoughts
and our emotions, as
though we are helpless
and cannot rescue ourselves
from its jealous, manipulating
clutches, forcing us to
dwell upon this pain that
will not leave us.  The
phantom presence of the
loved one manifests the
depth of the wound not
amenable yet to the
salving effects of
distance between the
quick and the dead.

Saturday, April 28, 2012

 

Becoming Old

They are changes, subtle
yet persistent, noted
in some remote recess
of the mind, but
relegated to the back,
ignored and unexamined,
present as a deep-seated
feeling of loss, a hum
of disquiet, surfacing
when we are most 
emotionally vulnerable,
as a tremor may warn
of impending collapse
and thoughts become
chaotic with confusion
and we fail to grasp
the significance of
decelerating functionality,
our physical sovereignty ebbing
and worn with a lifetime
of casual use, our senses
declining while distant
memories flood our sensory
system - other avenues
of plausible existence
fading the while all takes
on an unfamiliar hue as of a
witness to the final act of
someone's span of life.


Friday, April 27, 2012


The Clockwork Springs

Where, we wonder now, went
that spirit of benevolence
that surely inspired nature
to respect her own ancient pact
with the seasonal elements
assured by her majestic edict
that there is a time and a place
for everything and to each is
owed temporary advantage
eventually to be ceded to 
seasons whose time has come.

The wistful welcome each
allotted at their time of grace
ample regard in recognition of
timeless order of endless days.
The never-ending cycle of death
and birth, ruin and renewal as 
the Universe itself orders 
entropy, fusion, fission and being, 
dimensional and unseen, winding 
the clockwork springs of life.

Thursday, April 26, 2012


Teasing Out Ferns

A glowering sky of shifting
clouds brazenly harassed by
domineering winds has
edged out the sun again.
But the forest floor,
littered with wild strawberry,
trout lily and trillium
seethes with energy and
colour; incessant spring rain
teasing out ferns and violets,
lilies-of-the-valley, regardless.


The bare canopy of deciduous
trees now hazing pale
green and gold performs a
graceful dance as the wind
courses its branches.  Leafless
yet fuzzed with white blossoms
the Serviceberries defy the
grey monotone of the day.
Birds stir soundlessly
through the melancholy of
the drab, damp landscape.


Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Camping In Canada



 Photographs: courtesy of J.S. Rosenfeld


Tuesday, April 24, 2012

 Elemental

The mysterious alchemy of
atmospheric conditions playing
their games of opposing forces
has led to a conflict of dominion
over this climate, unable to settle 
to a state of received moderation.

The wavering indecision of
nature, torn by the plaintive
entitlements of her elements has
created a vertigo of confusion,
each taking the initiative to assert
its own very particular presence.

The sky's gloomy clampdown
heavy and dank with grey-clotted
clouds invites the wind to usher
them briskly along, heaping below
rations of sleet and ice pellets.

That great warming ball of fire
burns cracks in the bruised ceiling
briefly liberating the brooding
atmosphere from despair.  To little
avail; the opposing forces of
darkness prevail, orb obscured.

Recurring brutalities storming
the environment in blizzards of 
inclemency victimize creatures
of the earth and the oceans, the air
and the regions of vulnerable
existence, bringing calamity after
misfortune through no fit
weather for man nor beast.

Monday, April 23, 2012

 

Mothers and Daughters

Persephone is at it again,
upsetting her mother
Demeter's plans; not quite
the usual tensions between
concerned mothers and their
independent-minded daughters
defiant and above reproach,
but close enough to qualify.
Mothers seek to clasp their
daughters too close to their
protective hearts; daughters
protest the stifling love.

Demeter, tasked by nature
to prepare the entrance of
spring, is no doubt distraught
her headstrong, heedless
offspring, so fond of sparkling
jewels in her Stygian palace,
plucked another ruby from the
pomegranate her adoring
husband proffered, promising
its exquisite burst upon her tongue
well worth her mother's wrath.

Leaf-sprouting trees, flowering
bulbs, and early spring wildflowers
all caught in the vortex surprise
of a late snowstorm whirling
upon them as winter obligingly
lingers, unconcerned at the
distress of early butterflies and
migrating birds regretting their
rash impulse to return to the
northern clime not yet resolved
toward warmth and rebirth.

Sunday, April 22, 2012

Saturday, April 21, 2012

Button - December 29, 1993 -- April 14, 2012





Friday, April 20, 2012

 Our Shared Grief

If our hearts are where loving
memory resides then mine is
clouded in bruised pain.  Look
closely, from the well of my eyes
springs tears I cannot restrain
in the chaos of my emotions.  Yet
we strain to honour his fear and
pain with our undivided attention
as he vibrantly ventilates in detail
describing the daily ordeal
his life has suddenly become.

Through his dread of final
physical decline arose the
neurosis compelling him to tax
his strength and endurance, in the
process inevitably exhausting his
fear yet unrealized, imposing
decay on the very body he sought
to render immune from entropy.

His most constant companions
now are his anguish over a
dim future arrived far too suddenly,
to becloud his near horizon,
accompanied by endless, grinding
hurt he is desperate to shed,
but cannot by any feasible means.
The very thought of the inevitable
distracts his steely resolve.

We listen, we empathize, we
murmur encouragement and
concern.  He does indeed look now
closely at the weeping well of my
eyes; perhaps some gratification
meets his soul as balm, little
realizing it is our pain I extrude
tears for; but if the spectacle
gives him comfort, I don't mind.

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Stein Valley, British Columbia

Photographs courtesy of J.S. Rosenfeld


Wednesday, April 18, 2012

 

Owning The Sky

Closing out a frosted night, the
lid of the sky, left ajar, entirely
slipped open, and by dawn the
whispered message was, Look:
wide, clear and shimmering blue,
and in that corner of the immensity
of our university brilliant light
bestowing life beneath the vault.

Look now below, feel the breeze
wafting warmth to forest and
garden soils, shafts of star-mottled
light penetrating deep recesses of
winter shelter, nudging awake
creatures of the waters, the earth, the 
sky, all released, revived, revitalized
and alive with the season's vigour.

Shy anemones, violets and lilies
delicately dapple the landscape.
Through the green haze of emboldened
leaves flit butterflies and electric blue,
pulsating-in-the-sun dragonflies.  The
larvae of cattus-fly and water-striders
ripple the calm waterways.  Above, the
whistle of cardinals, the shriek of
returned hawks, owning the sky.