NaturesOde

  Introducing one’s art into the natural hum of things.

  Thanks for this image to Yasmeen Hussain FB. I rowed that My Love had some leisure. The  River at dusk Our rich fare. And birds gathered For her sweet pleasure. Birds come from everywhere. They sensed her affinity Airborne. They talked in Cacophonous style. They flew all directions In whimsy. They brought on Her beautiful smile.

  Image thanks to Zoe Adrian of Toronto. Between islands in Georgian Bay. I have pushed from shore Like some Indian lore And the birch craft Takes over my need. To be on the Lake For some reverie’s sake As the bush fells its amber Un-treed. But the moment lifts As my craft just drifts. I intend to wait quiet For stars. And the North One, my friend. Til autumn’s chilled end. And canoe lifted lone To shed’s bars. Several months the Lake glassed. Several months my treks passed. But the Hope lingers Long like rich wine. For the white throat’s Sweet song  To May flowers belongs. And paddling, in aroma of pine. *In tribute to E. Pauline Johnson of Brant County, our national Indian Princess of Verse and the wilds. Have a look at the collection entitled Flint and Feather. 1917 copyright

 

  The Clydes are there Out Hopewell Road… https://histocall.blogspot.com/2022/11/clydesdales.html

  By Scott Kish. His picture got me going… Snows are setting in. But I can pull up Images of Northern mist and pine. Sounds of loon and Droplets falling from my paddle. Gets in the blood This Northern exposure. Brings hope for next season. And waters’ journeys To rocky sites for Camp. For leisurely self-help For meals tasting double-good For songs with friends And silly banter. For air freshness That brings on Delicious sleep, dreams and fragrance. While lordly stars look down. https://issuu.com/dewane/docs/nature_proclaims_him

  Clock is ticking off The species. Now a bird and  Beetle next. Grasslands razed For horticulture Whole sad eco-system Sorely vexed. So fast spoiling God’s designing Men the villains Progress duped. Free the skies, please Free the forests. Give them time To heal, re-group.

 

 

 

  Thanks Yasmeen Hussain FB.

  We pulled over Our Rover, hissing and groaning One more hour to Camp. All four of us Done in and yearning For food, sleep. But this scene. This Lake. This serenity. Almost as if  A Big Voice were saying. Stop. Peace. Yours. Children. Just a little Something.