Changing of the guard

I wrote this poem the other day as I sat pondering the rain and the expectant change of seasons. The change of seasons is always an inspiring time where nature sheds its old coat for new colours and tones, both vibrant and mesmerizing in their freshness and charm. My mind’s eye transported me back to the autumn of the Crow’s Nest Pass, where Sentry Mountain drew us into her earth tones with the crunch of the burnt orange and crimson aspen leaves under foot. The azure canvas painted with whisps of white cirrus presented a perfect backdrop to a glorious day. My imagination drifted to Pierce Lake (near Chilliwack lake) where giant ice boulders glistened cobalt blue in the cold sunlight of a winter’s afternoon. Drifting further still, I recalled with delight the encompassing scent of an almond tree blossom, as I sat resting in its shadow in the coolness of a Moroccan afternoon.

The change of the seasons erupts thoughts of change and anticipation of new days, better days. It stimulates the mind and the daydreaming…or maybe it’s just plain nice to not wake up to another rainy day.

In light of all this I jotted a poem down the other week:

Momentary Delight
Spring comes from the Winter
As a fox from his den
Sniffing and yawning
A curious glance from a passing butterfly.

All is still, as the leaves
In the eaves position themselves
To sunlight intimate
Chlorophyll radiating and refracting, in hope

Through nature’s Joy water flows
Through cracks near where the moss grows
Beneath, to where the maple pokes its toes;
A violent energy releases untamed torrents.

A boy enters the glen
With a whistle, a pad and a pen
Notorious for charm and insight
He sketches the butterfly with momentary delight.