Monday, July 21, 2014

average

 What is a reasonable
amount of time
to spend loving
What is the bare minimum?

I love me 
i love the evening sun
the birds singing
but when your grown-up child left home
your husband still works long hours
and you find your self alone


How much time is necessary
per day
to spend deeply
with an other

to actually live wholesomely?


tattered and torn


The brilliance of the inside
is showing through. 
Growing weary.
Confidence in life
in loving
wears off.
When you don't tell me me every single day
i just don't know.
Patching up takes hours
again and again.
Life lessons that just don't stick too well.
Threadbare
i come to you.

Opening my wings

i  fly.


Friday, July 4, 2014

Pulcherrima


my beautiful lover
most beautiful of all
i dance for you 
always spinning
faster
rain trashing down
rocks falling down the mountain 
boulders the size of treasure chests
i adore you
the sky is turning
your eyes 
a lovely light brown mystery
that i belong in
your hair raven black waves
that i get lost in
don't you know 
that all my madness 
is a crazy witch hunt
i twirl again  
again
send me your music
sing it loud
so i will know
and i will find you
and we will dance together
and there is love that always was
you most handsome
that is what pulcherrima means

both photos are not polemonium pulcherrimum
top - wild blue flax
middle - northern jacob's ladder

the rain grew tired 
all was water now
the boulders larger
made up the ocean floor
deep deep down
don't ask me to get up again
i am safe here
underneath everything that exist
pul-cher-rima

Friday, June 27, 2014

stories

http://whatsupyukon.com/outdoors/summer/an-odd-family%3A-the-art-of-bus-travel/#sthash.q9ZNtAQ3.dpbs

I feel bad for my dear old blog.
When life was simple, all i wrote went on my blog (or  my diary). Now i have so many avenues..... even facebook.

xox

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

did you know



did you know
that i cannot live without you
that there is ice in my summer
that you and i are butterflies touching down
two flowers joined in a whorl
did you see the dead porcupine
the bird finally found it's mate
feathers in the rain
pollen frozen for ions of time
just yesterday i met people
i felt their insecurity
today the singing
was laced with hurt
and you were there for me
every single moment
and you feel my breath
she licks her lips
he shifts slightly
they know
they know everything
the yellow
with a white ribbon
and there was blood
and fur and flies
it was a strange coincidence
he with his ex
and the choir sang
dancing swirling
it's a universe out there
and it's at our feet
we can have it all if we take it
who knew the violet primrose
on a far away beach
an instant ago
the sand so hot
it burned our feet
and i will love you so hard
oh yes, it will hurt a lot
and we will laugh
we will roll on the floor laughing
and with our hands we hold our bellies
and there is so much love
all the butterflies and flowers
they burst open and fly
petal dust everywhere
confetti in the sky
and to know that all it takes
is you and i
infinity in that split second after we meet
ha! all is well
so very well
even summer ice can melt

Sunday, June 22, 2014

dead stands of poplar

green
and not so green.
As we drove out towards Haines jct and on,
We saw something that started 3 or 4 years ago, along the way we saw several dead stands of polar ( trembling aspen). It appears now more evident then ever. When we drove into the litle road that further on was very green, at the beginning we drove to such dead forest and the little spruce trees where covered in webs with black caterpillars.

Now especially in this area we are used to the spruce trees dying due to the spruce beetle. I have not heard much about this.

I do believe that it could all  be part of a natural phenomena. If everything was left be, large areas in the Yukon would have been burned due to forest fires. As fires are managed these days, maybe....i am just surmising here..... nature provides another way to rejuvenate, dying a part of that process.

We also drove into the marshal creek area where there was a fire years ago, the poplars look lovely they are about 2 meters high  i would say. For years this area was a sea of purple from fireweed and before that shortly after the fire we picked morels there.

 We did find one morel today, but that was a coincidence, we by accident kicked it over on the trail to granite mountain