Category: Landscape

Poetry by Patrick JenningsDec 18, 201711:13 am

Cattails and Colour

Cattails sway
Moved by the breeze
Summer songs
Giving way
To crows and jays
While summer’s creatures
Burrow deep
Or fly away

Soothed
By gentle light
And subtle colour
Fall’s transition
Life retired
The air goes cold
Wafts of change
Await the spring
To be renewed

Poetry by Patrick JenningsDec 17, 20174:13 pm

City on the Bay, Vancouver, From Jericho Beach, British Columbia, Canada

Diminutive ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #118

I like the cities best
When they seem small
Diminutive

     Dwarfed by sky and clouds
     Or in the mountain’s shadow
     Some small dot upon the plain

Not so much larger
Than its inhabitants
Nor any one who on the streets
Looks up at towers looming
Considering what hands have built
In any way diminishes
The smallest human being

Poetry by Patrick JenningsDec 16, 20177:00 am

Cloud Dance

The world moves
In ways…

I had no idea
Standing by the camera
As it click-click-clicked

The cars, I watched
The boat across the sound
I saw it too

But the clouds
I couldn’t see, in real time
Their two-way dance

Poetry by Patrick JenningsDec 15, 201711:46 am

Warm and Cool, Black Tusk, From Whistler Mountain, British Columbia, Canada

Inverted

Inversion
When the peak is warm
And the valley cool
The cloud stays low
And the sun up high

Inverted
Yes, like me
Upside-down and
Unsettled

Shake me up
And let the layers
Resolve

Until
Settled

At rest

Poetry by Patrick JenningsDec 15, 201710:21 am

High Ground, Pacific Coast Highway, Northern California, United States of America

High Grounding

I climb up
Out of the fog
I see forever
But there is nothing to see
Only the fog
And the road which brought me here

Still, there is the blue sky
And the sun
I bask in its warmth
Smell the grass
Breathe the fragrant air

I remind myself
Fog is ephemeral
And there is always this high ground
Above the fog
Even if I can only reach it
By closing my eyes
And remembering this moment

Poetry by Patrick JenningsDec 14, 20171:56 pm

Rainbow Mountain, Whistler, British Columbia, Canada

In Wait

From the valley floor
I see
Some few imposing
Icy peaks

But clamber up
One mountainside
And from atop
Discover

Endless array
Of pinnacles
Each mighty in itself
Waiting to be conquered

Poetry by Patrick JenningsDec 13, 201710:58 pm

Sunset Looming, Black Tusk, Whistler Mountain, British Columbia, Canada

Last Run

Silk
The snow
The clouds

Draped on the mountain tops
Hung from the sky

A pinnacle
Breaks through
Black

Poetry by Patrick JenningsDec 12, 201710:11 am

Symphony

Like a nova in the sky
The sun
An artifact of glass
Between my eye
And the field of blue
Its light refracting
Through the gauzy haze
Then kicking off
The snowy peaks
And come to rest
On pixelled canvas
There to play
With virtual brush
Create anew
Reality
A symphony of light
Conducted