A small stone from the Similkameen

August 5th, 2011

Towards the East the hills stand green and comforting,
but from here in the bottom of the valley
they are laced with urban poles and wires.


I turn my eyes to the North where they are still
pristine and untouched
and I am once again delighted.

A small stone from the Similkameen
August 1st, 2011

And through my kitchen window

the sun lights a pathway through towering trees

whose branches reach out to touch me, gently,

and I could be lost in the nearness of this urban forest.