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In the spring
Nature pops up
New life begins.
Amongst the cattails
In the spring
Nature pops up
New life begins.
Three small children
Bring home
Three small pines.
The trees were planted in a line.
Side by side, the children grew.
Side by side, grew the trees.
That first earth day,
It has created a beautiful background.
For so many
a wonderful thing.
Family gatherings,
Children playing,
Music in the yard.
A beautiful couple
saying, 'I do'.
From a seed,
into a sapling.
From a sapling,
into a tree.
From a tree,
into a stump.
From a stump,
into earth.
To provide nourishment,
for the next tiny seed.
We spent a wonderful, mid April day, discovering beautiful Cooper’s Falls.
Taking advantage of an unseasonably warm day. No mosquitoes, and no blackflies.
Ontario, yours to discover!
Two swans dancing.....
In a farmer’s flooded field…..
There is no snow,
in my part of Ontario
There is no snow,
on the beach.
Just a dike,
of crusty
white ice.
Sand on the street.
Brown streets.
Not white.
Beauty,
in the browns,
the blues,
the greys.
And every shade
in between.
A chick-a-dee
lands
On an out stretched
hand.
Confident,
Bold,
Self assured.
A human friend
Among the flock.
In a treetop,
down on the
ground.
It peeks,
and it peeks,
at the seeds,
inside.
A suspended
perch,
above
the ground.
Raindrops,
like dew drops,
glitter
on the ground.
They sparkle
and
they shimmer.
They don't make a sound.
Water for spiders,
for bugs,
and for flies.
For beetles,
for slugs,
and bees
near their hives.
Gathered like lace,
their patterns
sublime.
Beautifully placed
in the swirling
abyss
of time.
water ebbs
water flows
over fingers
over toes
it washes your face
it cleanses your soul
leaving a trace
making you whole
it swims through your mind
it tickles your feet
it makes you smile
at those you meet
I love it
as water
I love it
as ice
water
it waters the world
making
everything right
The things you see, when you look between the trees, is sort of like. Reading between the lines.
A 180 acre park, Black River Wilderness Park is owned and operated by the Chippewas of Rama First Nations.
On this last day of the season, the tents and the RVs have left the grounds. A single campfire fills the air with an earthy smell of smoke.