Sad Truth

Photograph: Sharron R. McMillan

Every kingdom divided against itself is brought to desolation;
and every city or house divided against itself shall not stand.
~Luke the physician

Entwined

Entwined

We have grown together
like two different species of plants
entwined but not dependent,
at least I like to think so.

©Excerpt from “Entwined” Sharron R. McMillan

Lovely Moments of the Day

Sechelt beach

We did our shopping, checked the post office, got diesel and then went down to the beach and enjoyed our Ice Cream on waffle cones at the end of the walking pier, staring across to Vancouver Island.  Lovely moments of the day.

Bleeding Heart

Bleeding Heart

Bleeding Heart Dicentra spectabilis
Symbol of undying love

Met A New Neighbour Today

Cheeky little guy, came around the post and we were both startled to see each other.

Bouquet of Iris

Bouquet of Iris

Happy June!

Dawn Chorus Off Key

Dawn chorus welcomes a brand new day,
‘Good morning, Good morning,”
the birds seem to say,

And then some human gets on the line,
with grating complaint
and pitiful whine.

I’ve not heard a bird
sound quite as bitter
as he who can only
tweet or twitter.

©2020 Sharron R. McMillan

Grape Leaves

Grapes are leafing out

Hope is a waking dream.
~Aristotle

Can’t Sit Still In The Woods

Hummingbirds hover over spider webs,
borrowing nest material
from over-active spinners;
mother robin trolls the lawn
for worms and bugs
for her babies;
helpless raven young
scream for food
as tired parents deliver incessantly;
bumblebees hum their nectar songs
over raspberry bushes;
even  mosquitoes rush into the frenzy
driving us all mad with their buzzing about;
I can’t sit still in the woods
with all this kinetic energy
around me.

© 2020 Sharron R. McMillan

Fragmented

Fragmented.
That’s a good word.
That’s how I feel.
Fragmented.
All the parts of me won’t fit together to make a whole me.
In fact all the parts of me seem to be fighting each other.
My mind is going over it all again,
finding more questions,
more things to wonder why about.
I wish I could just accept it doesn’t matter
but it does.

I want my idealism back.
I want to think I can change the world.
I want to believe there is some purpose for me,
some reason to be here.
I want to get on with doing something to make the world better.
But the dreaded cloud of ‘I don’t care’ surrounds me
and any risk is too scary to take.
I never used to be scared of risks.
I am stuck here still trying to put it all together.
Maybe dormant is a better word.

©Sharron R. McMillan

Victim or Victor

A victim continues to look at what they lost, a victor looks at what was kept.

Little Oak Tree

The little oak tree we found on the side of the road years ago is finally looking like a real tree. We don’t have oak trees in our forest so a travelling bird or energetic squirrel must have planted it.  It will be a mighty oak one day that our grandchildren can enjoy.
The oak is the King of Trees.  Oak leaves symbolize strength, endurance, eternity, honour, liberty, hospitality, faith and virtue and  is considered a cosmic storehouse of wisdom embodied in its towering strength. It grows slowly, but surely at its own rate.

In Pain Again

You make me aware of you
even when I’m not interested
in knowing you are there.

Like a naughty child,
or a needy dog
you insist on being noticed,
making it impossible
not to pay attention
to you.

You are a
real
pain
in
the
butt.

©2020 Sharron R. McMillan

Not Here

Seaview Cemetery Gibsons BC

I do like quietness
and beauty
but this cemetery
with Highway One
and Lower Road
whizzing past
is not very quiet.

I’d rather be sprinkled
under a fruit tree
on our own land
then try to rest here.

Hopefully
what remains of me
will be tangible;
real beauty we planted,
quietness we fought for,
space we tended with loving care

Not just words in stone
but examples of what can grow
out of dreams,
what can last after death
and what is important
even after we’re gone.

©2020 Sharron R. McMillan

Mistakes

Broken pottery transformed by love.

Mistakes. . .
I think I have made them all
and yet
what should have ended in disaster
has given me a life
more precious than any
I could have planned
or dreamed.

Leaving, grieving,
wishing, wanting,
life came calling
when I sat alone.

A store that never made a profit,
houses that were never home,
wrong turns,
accidental meetings

now here we are
living in each other’s dream
in spite of
our mistakes.

Maybe we were just
meant to be.

©2020 Sharron R. McMillan