Springtime Amazement

Springtime is my season of amazement.

How can the sky be so blue
The mountains be so white
And the valley by so green?

Photograph by Tom Selfridge

There is a perfect line
Marking the change from snow to rain.

How can one little seed
Now burrowed in soil
Grow into a green stem
And create abundant colors, beauty
And flavors?

How can the icy fresh cold water
Find its way
Along the lovely streams and rivers
So abundant
In our hills and valley?
How can the green leaves
Tucked in their pods
Suddenly pop out
So large and colorful
From bare to abundant in just days?

How can the warm sun
Soak so thoroughly
Into my bare skin
After a winter where
Warmth felt so far away?

How can wildflowers emerge
In so many varieties
And vibrant colors.
One day there is nothing
And the next, fields of wonder.

The symmetry, freshness and beauty of spring.

Quiet Haiku

I think sometimes that
In trying to be quiet
I make the most noise

Ode to Skeena

You put her on a leash they said?
It can't be done.
I didn't want to have to tell Steve
Lying on a hospital bed
That I lost his dog

So we waited to trust each other
Skeena Peena, where are you
Hiding under the desk upstairs
Skeena Peena, where are you
Tucked under the kitchen table
Skeena Peean, where are you
Waiting at the front gate
To go for a run

The leash now is in the past
She runs and runs
Through the culverts
Disappearing until she
Reaches the other side of the street
Chasing after bumblebees
She leaps in the air
Scouting after bunnies and birds
She scooches under fences
Not catching that I can see
But having a great time
I can hear the water splash in the
Wet fields
She is a mess of mud and dirt
Oh Skeena, you make me smile

Today's Rainbow

As I drove down
into the valley
this morning,
A rainbow
Laid down it's colors
Atop the trees
Painting them
With all its beauty
Stretched out
Over the forest

And I remember
Once again
God's promises
And for this
I am grateful