Heart and soul- ephemeral parts of the divine
Like Yin and Yang-in contradiction yet supplementing each other,
every object in nature found in pair inseperable
Why am I the exception chosen to be unpairable-in desolateness?

The mountains standing high- meeting the clouds passing by
The ocean caressing the blue sky – at it’s horizon
The rising and setting Sun kissing the landscape
As I feel the pangs of missing that unsustainable love in life

Heads and tails – two parts of the same coin
As consciousness an integral part of the manifested life,
Mother Earth giving roots to plants and life all around
As I wander in search of my love to fill the gap felt deep within

In the aftermath of a deluge- envision the rainbow
In all it’s colourful glory- lining the sky with it’s display of bright colors,
Looking down on the rain-drenched earth- as I wait with hope filled heart
For the long-seeked love to partner my life !

Oh the great Canadian Winter
Is not so very cold.
I once knew a kid who didn't freeze
Until he was ten years old.

And just last year in Ottawa,
When they cleared away the ice,
They found two people still alive
And they said Winter was nice.

On Baffin Island the Inuit
Go swimming with polar bears.
Of course they always come back dead.
That's why they go in pairs.

So don't stay inside when it's snowing,
Don't stay inside when there's ice.
Go out and get frozen like a brick,
And then you'll think Winter is nice.

Water isn't very nice,
When it's cold and turns to ice.
That is when you've got to think
Of all we birds who want a drink.

When the snow is thick and deep,
Sometimes then, we birds must weep.
There is no food for us to eat
Unless you've left a tasty treat.

A Robin's Prayer

Please put fresh water in a dish
And we can have some if we wish.
A plate of crumbs is all we need
Then we can have a lovely feed.

So please kind children everywhere,
Listen to a Robin's prayer,
Help keep us safe, all winter long,
That we may sing our new Spring song.

Harold Hare was naughty
For he damaged farmers' crops
He found a field of sugar beet
And ate off all the tops.
He went into a lettuce patch
And nibbled at the leaves,
And when it came to harvest time
He burrowed in the sheaves.
One night he found some cabbage
And thought he'd have some fun,
He didn't know that Farmer John
Was waiting with his gun!
As Harold sat there chewing
A shot gave him a fright,
And leaping very quickly
He went of in the night.
Farmer John was sorry
That he hadn't caught the hare,
But from that evening onwards
Harold never more went there.

As I look back at the broadened landscape
my eyes searching for my old friend – the tree,
that giveth me shelter at times of need
my wishes demanded - fulfilled in full agree

My heart skipping a beat
in notice of the missing wish-tree,
left with the trunk deeply rooted
my friend gone forever – which had once set me free

My mind racing back to good ol’ times
when on return from school I savored the peaceful rest,
beneath the shade of my wishful friend
- a siesta to cool off the summer journey at best

My eyes swelling with tears
as I touch the remnants of my worthy friend,
which had selflessly aided travelers
soothe tiring nerves – with it’s shade to tend

Cooling my vengeance that so impulsively arises
on the humankind that causes destruction,
my soul reaching out for numerous other flora
those need our earnest protection from this unearthly action

At the first stroke of dawn
Can see the Sun coming out of hiding;
Magnanimous glory is it’s rise
Engulfing darkness with it’s light

Bathing the earth – the rivers, mountains, trees
Waking up life to start the day;
With it’s rays – giving new life – a new beginning
As the living set about their chores

Bringing unrest souls on their feet
Flowers on to full bloom;
Infusing a ray of fresh hope
In each life’s ordeals

It’s radiance gaining with passing hours
Reminding us of life’s ups and downs;
An inspiration to the down-trodden
To take life one day at a time.

Wedding Poems