Solstice Shining

Always June, you have the power to entice the tiny diamond hidden deep within my core

Exerting pressure with a breeze or the kiss of rain on my cheek

Slowly June, you cajole memory upon emotion upon young woman’s dreams to shine

Polishing away the rough surfaces of subsequent years, disappoints and fears

Beautiful June, faceting my hopes and dreams with brilliance and clarity

Restoring once again clarity to my heart and brilliance to my soul

~ kei
04 June 2017

Just A Typical February Day In Canadia

Sometimes our weather is annoyingly stereotypical… Apparently, Ma Nature has decided to make up for not smothering the country until the after 27 December 2015 and is dumping the entire expected forecasted snowfall in eleven freakin’ hours!!

Well, I’m off. I need to shovel out my front lane. Again. Lord knows how many pets and short people I may find out there…

Celestial Haiku ~ One

Revisiting this post from two years ago and loving this year’s brilliant full wolf moon from my window.

The Eclectic Poet

I’m kinda diggin’ that my birthday falls on the Full Wolf Moon this year ~ today.

Winter’s Full Wolf Moon
Singing for my beloved
At moonlit midnight

~ kei
13 January 2014

Kateri's Wolf Moon Spirit Kateri’s Wolf Moon Spirit

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Aside ~ How’s About This Weather?

 Well… No words that are fit to print! ‘Sides, why waste a perfectly good curse when the acoustics in this town just reverted to soup tin and binder twine quality?!

24 December 2015 to 29 December 2015 ~ Welcome to winter in Ottawa.

Aside

I didn’t plan to post again until after Christmas but this is too cool not to share. Ottawa is listed among the coldest Capital cities on earth during winter. Today however, THIS is happening:

Barefoot in the garden - 24 December 2015 ©Karin Bole Tupper

Barefoot in the garden – 24 December 2015
©Karin Bole Tupper

I loved winter when I was a kid but it loses its appeal when your skating, skiing and tobogganing days are over. Not to mention who wants to live through a winter where the air hurts your face?

If Santa has brought me global warming this year – I’m not complaining – 18ºC!! 🙂

~ kei
24 December 2015

Circadian ~ Acrostic XII

Maidenhair Fern

orning sunlight is the visual canvas

rt of fronds in greens and golds

ridescence brushes each surface

rawing Bruges-like shadows

merald embroidery in the air

ature outside may slumber

ere in the warmth of my home

iry pinna capture the essence

n feathery greenery that whispers

eturn she will, keep faith

or this is the joy of the indoor garden

veryday magick is the Circadian

eminding that summer is just out of sight

N o further than The Wheel’s revolution

~ kei
1 December 2015

Kiss my winter weary eyes with green... ©Karin Bole Tupper

Kiss my winter weary eyes with green…
©Karin Bole Tupper

 

Respite, Rest, Restoration

A repost from a different November. This little piece of Heaven is on my mind as I’ll be spending a weekend there with my BFF and many other like-minded women. It promises to be three days of new challenges, friendships, learning and nurturing.

I hope your weekend when it comes, will bring you joy.

~ kei
4 November 2015

I stepped barefoot onto my balcony in the chill November dawn
And was struck by the incredible beauty of autumn on the river
The newborn light on the horizon bathed the world in every hue
Of mauves, violets and amethyst; a gift of my favourite colours
Reflecting it in the polished pewter, mirror smooth water’s surface
Shadows of evergreens were a study in charcoal, smudged along the shore
The denuded oak and maple trees looked like black lace on violet silk
They reached their slender branches aloft like fingers seeking warmth
And as the sun cleared the eastern view of the lake, rays of brilliant light
Like ribbons of fire, came streaking across the water towards me
The burgeoning light gave colour to the water and woods, turning the sky blue
A soft breeze followed the rays, ruffling the water at the edge of the beach
Teasing the hem of my nightie. I shivered standing in the light coat of frost
Already beginning to disappear, as the earth began to warm itself
I breathed in the last of the dawn, holding my arms round myself for warmth
Then returned to my bed, dreaming Persephone’s dreams

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Dawn on the St. Lawrence river ©Karin Bole Tupper

Dawn on the St. Lawrence river
©Karin Bole Tupper