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trek #2 reflections

reflections

golden sunlight
slipping through cobweb branches
daddy long legs wrapped in green-gold
early summer leafy lace

reflections
expected and unexpected

windshield’s mirror image likeness
draws my gaze skyward
new life, growth, dreams

undulating shimmer-crimson hood
divergent mirror image
draws me downward
gazing into bayou depths
tangled, languid, dreams

golden sunlight
slipping through cobweb branches
daddy long legs wrapped in autumn-yellow
leafy lace

reflections

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Writing in Nature

Every year in May, the “Meadowlark Festival” is an South Okanagan highlight.  Last weekend, I took in the “Writing in Nature” tour of an untouched bit of South Okanagan wilderness, in a small ecological reserve in the hills south of Summerland.  Sadly, I forgot to take my camera, but I did take along my pen and notebook — and a couple of other tour participants took along their cameras, so I have a couple of photos to share.  Our guides were ecologist and writer Don Gayton, and UBC-O professor and poet Nancy Holmes.  It was a perfect day for meandering through the reserve, and for sitting on the hillside, tuning into nature, and jotting down our thoughts.  We also had wonderful conversation, and enjoyed lunch together.  Below is a snapshot of our group, and a picture of yours truly in writing mode.  And below the photos are snippets of my writing during the tour.  Enjoy!

Hillside,
Sitting quiet, still.
Eye level with grass tips
Wavering in breezy currents of gentle breath,
Airy ripples touching my skin
With transparent fingers.
Human voices around me cease
And into the sudden silence comes, unexpected,
Sounds of nature.
Stereo, then surround sound –
But effervescent,
Far off bird and cricket calls,
Bouncing lightly, responding,
Following the rolling slopes of the hillside,
Reaching out, echoing;
Mingling with long-forgotten scents,
Dry pine needles, fresh spring grasses.
Memories, haunting, of long ago
Childhood wanderings on long summer days
Through these very hillsides.
My eyes are drawn downward
To tiny white stars, yellowy soft fern,
Dandelion seed heads begging
To be wished upon and blown to the four winds,
Prickly clumps of cactus –
Oh my! I giggle…
Remember my cousin, not far from here,
Sliding off the blanket flung over the
Horse’s bare back,
And landing with a plop,
Seat down in an enormous clump
Of cacti needles!
The thought breaks my reverie,
Yet at the same time joins this moment
To the past,
To all my life.
To nature.

Summer Day

Hello!  My name is Kate.  This summer I have been learning to write poetry.  Here is a short poem I wrote, and the pictures I took that inspired it.

In my green backyard

I set up my new sprinkler

A beautiful day!

poem

May 8, 2010

Beautiful sunshine, fine dancing raindrops
Interfacing summer and spring
Gilded clouds chased by wayward breeze.

Brilliant tulips, bold rainbow hues
Impressionist dabs on nature’s pallette
Green velvet canvas reflects their light.

Birdsong waltzes and pirouettes
Impertinent crow squawk answers back
Giggling together incongruously.

Blue water ripples, wispy spray
Illusory coolness slips away
Gauzy farewell to a perfect day.

(I belong to a small writing group where we take a random word every couple weeks and write a story, article, poem, whatever, based on that word. Can you guess the word for this one?  Hint: it really doesn’t have anything to do with the poem!)