Butterfly on a limb

Butterfly on a limb
In the shade of the forest dim
At the edge of the sedge
Where it meets the hedge
That is the place for him

And so the winds whirl

And so the winds whirl
And they sweep and they swirl
Through the leaves in the trees
Across the waves in the seas

Whipping my hair into tangles and mess
Reminding me to beauty that words can't express
Finding my soul in a forest of towers
Sky-scraping cement and task packed hours

Where is the viewscape that will make my heart soar
Draw my camera lens until I can't snap anymore
Where is the smell of mouldering leaves?
In my concrete cage, a part of me grieves.

But soon will come summer - and I will sometiems escape
To the forests and streams with their natural shape
Until then I'll glimpse, from the 401's trail
The magnifican escarpment on the far side of the rail.

Thoughts Meander Like a River

Just around the bend there is another eye-kind view
Although from where we stand, it is hard to see where to
Our thoughts meander like a river
Until our brains begin to quiver
But I don't mind, because I walk this trail with you

Ottawa River Pictures

I'd actually love to hear what kind of superheroes you all turned out to be. :P Please feel free to comment.

Here is a quick poem:

The world is a wild run.
A saultation from heights
Into oncoming brights,
But in the long run, wickedly fun.

Jennith

P.S. The picture is from Ottawa in October on the nicest weekend all fall. I can't wait to actually go back their and see some of the museums