Category Archives: Poetry


i am upstairs beyond the clouds and over the sun floating in a dark sky hung with flaming jewels

i feel soft winds they gently turn me over again like the softest bed of my dreams a pillow of stuff white

as snow cool and where my head may rest and images come in colours many no words at all oh

i am ready


i walked about

my scraggly little garden

when the morning breeze refreshed

i said hello

to my tiny yellow roses while

i chided my Lilac bush

that had no flowers again

i touched lightly

my tomatoes growing strong


i said hello to the wildflowers

that belonged to no one

but whose beauty I smiled at

each morning

on my tranquil walk

i asked my blueberry bushes why they had no fruit

but they are so green and healthy

who am I to complain?

so i smiled and

ventured back to wild places

and said hello to my trees

and sighed that the birds had

once again eaten

all the berries

from my Saskatoon bush

O please

i draw my breath from growing things

and use their thrusting life

to stimulate my soul

so the day ahead is green and

onward I go until  night


i suppose

i suppose I should finish

The Man who fell from the Sky

one of these days

the words are there

and the pictures too

though I do want some music or sounds of some sort

i will add audio so the blind can see

and i have one mysterious blank page

that needs to be filled

but somehow it needs something

i’m not sure what

but ready or not