Bruce Trail

Noisy river flowing through, beside me.

Rapids under bridges, built by valued volunteers, known, unknown, 

maintaining rivers flow, winding, still, 

through shadows, verdent, sun speckled light

in path covered tunnels.

Green, black outlined spots of leopard frogs hide

in plain view, how many have I missed? 

Calm waters pool delight, no recent beaver chew 

where have you gone?

Steep, heart pounding climb, I stop to 

     rest and catch my breath, 

my life.

Sunshines through the blue

invitation to new companions, a walking

stick, water washed rock landslide, bird song, footing.

Planted on this earth, 

a self,

living one wild and wonderful life.

gkn sept. 2015

Harriet

Month of wedding celebration, refreshing bay swims, 

provincial park camping, visions lost, found.

family  drama, comedy, tragedy, alive 

Light changing around and within, September's

fall equinox shadow is pushing its way 

into the morning sunrise, the sunsets 

quickening, dreams, Australia's 

welcome in 6 weeks, a solo 

adventure through Samhain's New Year invitation

Wind blows through seasons, my tree of life necklace 

arrived, a gift of celebration, 

the bag you always carried for your stool, 

now mine, four months of firsts have passed, 

since you died, left this earth in human form, 

tears flow as you are present with me through all 

the gifts of time on earth I am privy to. 

Not my time to go, you say again, 

Live the days,you cheer my flight booked, my 

morning swim, the love we share.

gkn Sept. 2015

A Tummy Ache

"What shall I do about a tummy ache," the text read.

"Call me," my smart ass reply, believing only in

the passing ache of too much deep fried goodness. 

Arriving home your palor,  told a story of no ordinary deep fried 

delights pain,  fear found me, reminding me of killer tummy aches, 

stole San Fransiisco dreams, yelling selfish, deserved suffering refrains. 

Notice me joy called, mindful awareness swept through the leaves, 

waves washed solace, acceptance 

does not mean liking it.  Life's invitation to further growth, opening to the way ahead

swimming through waves, sunbeams, cool breezes 

merge.

gkn August.2015

For Flighty

"Born on the plane," your mother says, 

The nurse, offered a name.

Wedding stories, of your strength, your perseverance,

your beauty, 

so obvious here today, 

shine through, 

shone in my life for 10 years now, 

an airport our first place of meeting, 

you became my beloved fourth daughter

your son my first grandchild.

Today a grand feast, a celebration of

love, your gift.

Gathered together after years of separation, 

community! 

Crossing  lines 

divisions not accepted here

peace 

connection.

War no more.

Your life takes another step forward. 

Bless you my girl! 

Oh, how beloved you are! 

Blessed am I among women.

August 2015 gkn 

The Pole Vault

 Ding dong, ding dong, a call away from

memories, Pan Am inspired, 

I will not be a slave to me defined

by memories, 

or stories told by other. 

Create a story new, the doorbells call, is joined 

by calls of finch, chickadee, blue jay 

and 

winds of change

"girls do not pole vault" they said. 

Yet fly they do, I see 

them on my screen, 

I will not be a slave. 

How high do I dare fly? 

Watch us they say, come join us now, 

the flash of feathers old and new, 

blue,  yellow, brown, black grey.

I once could not, would not allow the call I knew. But  was defined, by

stories told others, of who I was. 

No more, come join me....

yes, YOU.

Heartfelt daring calling 

it's all around, tap tap, ding dong, 

wind song, 

Hear, hear it now.

Oh, take your pole and run and fly. 

gkn july 23 2015

Waves

Bouncing through  blue green mystery.

Summer Heat arrived, with friends encouragement

Hedgebrook application submitted.

A toast through cooling waters of desire, 

bouquets created, muffins baked, the fever breaks, 

desires depth reflected through voices pained 

misunderstood.

Dive deep within the blue, find self, reflected

in the waves of home.

A helicopter pad brings landings from another shore, green mystery unfolds 

hue offered change.

flat rock desire born.

gkn july 2015

Birth stories

Tiny diapers changed, 

his dimpled  grin pushed tears from sleepy eyes

" I miss them so much."  

hugged hard

"The perfectedest." a pink shirt

10 days, 8 months, 2 years, 5 years, 8 years, 12 years 

60 now,  I see them climb, 

Busy, full life, joyful choice, engage 

Life surrounds 

birth  and deaths constancy. 

I get to walk along, embrace the journey, as story 

after story 

hold

me.

gkn july 2015