A Childish Poem from when I was young.

Written during winter's last laugh.

About a geographical area I know very well.

This poem is about animals. Reviews are welcome.

The spring maiden has awoken Bringing warmth and love and light. She washes away the winter, And sets the world to right.

Those left behind can only watch, And see their sorrow rush away, Carried by the brisk wind, Only to reappear when the gust returns.

Inspired by the Lodgepole Pines in Jasper National Park.

Inspired by Jasper Natural Park.

Inspired by Jasper Natural Park.

Inspired by Athabasca River and Lake Edith in Jasper National Park

Inspired by Electric President, my fav. Indie Pop and Electronica band. Their songs inspired me to write poems about being a robot (Listen to Grand Machine #12, Robophobia, and We were never built to last) going out to the gloomy world.

My life would be grief without color...I know by its existence that someone, somewhere rained it down on this gray world.

An exercise in imagery and using words in general. Having not posted anything in quite a while, and liking the sound of this, I thought someone might want to read it.

The life-death-rebirth of Adonis , his beauty, his power-how can we overlook the personification of such a wonder?

Just a pantoum I wrote at school last year about rain. I hate rain, but I still like it better than sunshine. The textbook said to write about what I could see out the window, and if all the textbooks say that, i'll be writing about rain for the rest of my life. Isn't that lovely.

Twelve things I know to be true about the sky. Of course, I know plenty more...

Crumpled up at the base of a tree. Brittle and dry, color flees. Petals once so bright and soft. Now freezing on the winter's frost. Just a poem about how good things never last, and how the fact that that is true makes me sick.

William Cowper penned with grace, this picture I wrote with a modern face.

Nature reclaims an old house.

And from here onwards we go.

The snow dances.

Such is the fate of the moon, a simple complement to a higher light, a million reflections that make up one lie told in grandeur. Inspired by Beethoven.

A poem that was again inspired by snow and Frosty Returns. It is about snow.

A poem that I wrote as I watched snow falling about snow falling.

Nature, come back to us...