With one last lingering look
I turn
And leave
The past behind
I turn
And leave
The past behind
Once pollution
Once wildfire
Once winter storms
Twice undesired
Once intended
Often spectacular
Demanding
A different
Perspective
And yet…
Above the boughs
Perched on rocky cliff
Perturbed sea
Sullen clouds
Mountains from sea through sky
So too the beauty of the world
Its colour makes it vibrant
And lacking subtle textures
Diminishes its glory
So when it does
I shout out
To the atmospheric mayhem
Vancouver
Gateway
To the outdoors
Adventure’s
Threshold
My city