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Snowfall January 2004
As dawn approaches, casting golden light along the distant, eastern palisades, it finds that endless clouds had come by night and tinged the valley skies with cheerless shades. The whitened hills where land and sky collide portend that snow is looming in the air. A baldachin [1] that spreads from side to side Floats over lowlands like a proud corsair. In silent rhythm, snowflakes are amassed upon each leafless branch and twig. In white tranquility, this wonderment - surpassed by little else, is Nature's own delight. A poet stands as awestruck by the scene And seeks the words for "peaceful and serene".
© by Eric Linden Penticton B.C. 2004
NOTE:
"baldachin" = "A rich fabric of silk and gold brocade"
at Dictionary.com here:
Dictionary.com = "baldachin"

The Burnt Field
A field down by the creek below the road Was ebon black from flames that had run through And burnt the grass, to leave a gaping scar That you could see quite clearly from
afar. It burnt up to the creek and
to the slough. The
dead brown grass from last year left unmowed
Was on the ground, laid flat by winter past.
They burnt it off, new shoots were coming fast. The many shades of green arrive in spring With warmer days and sunshine in the vale ~ Teal, cobalt, emerald, hazel, jade and pea, On field and forest, bush and willow tree. Where flames along the fallen grass set sail, Its wake tomorrow will be colouring!
© by Eric Linden Penticton B.C. 2004
Silent in the Wilderness
The chaparral [1] that cloaks the rolling hills With branches intertwined and evergreen Is like a tangled tegumental [2] screen, Protecting sacred sites from evil ills. Where manzanita [3] guards a narrow trail And chamisal [4] defends the hinterland, The poison oak stands ready with its brand Of punishment for those who would prevail. Beyond the piñon [5], buckbrush, short scrub oak, A mesa and its long abandoned cave Reveal the sacrifices from the brave Who ventured up with fragrant incense smoke. The gods, the ancient spirits time forgot Still dwell in silence near that welkin spot.
© by Eric Linden Penticton B.C. 2004
NOTES: (all definitions from Dictionary.com)
[1] "chaparral" = "A dense thicket of shrubs and
small trees" [2] "tegumental" = "A
natural outer covering; an integument" [3]
"manzanita" = "Any of several evergreen shrubs or small trees of the genus Arctostaphylos of the Pacific coast of North America,
especially A. manzanita, bearing white or pink flowers in drooping panicles and producing red berrylike drupes, from Spanish,
"manzana" = "apple" [4] "chamisal"
= "A California rosaceous shrub (Adenostoma fasciculatum) which often forms an impenetrable chaparral" [5] "piñon" = "Any of several pine trees bearing edible, nutlike
seeds, especially Pinus edulis, of the western United States and Mexico. Also called nut pine"
Derelict
For years it stood. That derelict old shack Survived harsh winter winds and clear, hot days. Its weather-beaten shades of blues and grays Were rich in faded lore, both gold and black Blind, paneless windows stare from front and back As though they yearn once more with vacant gaze, To see the simple joys of childhood ways - Like cops and robbers in a mock attack. On one spring morning just beyond the snow, Huge flames licked skyward, free and uncontrolled, Much like a demon on some hellish quest. The hovel burned; one grand and final show As time ebbed on it seemed its bell still tolled Till silence reigned, and winds blew from the west.
© by Eric Linden Penticton B.C. 2004
Benji *
He rose mid-morning, stretched his legs and back, Then turned and lumbered off along the trail. Perhaps the rocky heights he'd need to scale Would yield a princely trophy to attack. Through tamarisk beside the riverbank He made his way past grasslands, swamps and shrubs. A time or two the sound of hoof beat drubs Caused him to pause and give his head a crank. At length he saw a buffalo and calf Out in a clearing, grazing in the sun. He licked his chops; his stomach had begun To churn and turn... sharp pangs felt like a gaff. A slow and silent, patient stalk commenced. One final pounce - the Bengal tiger tensed.
© by Eric Linden Penticton B.C. 2004
* Strange as it may seem, this rather off-beat sonnet is based on actual
fact. A recent report by the CBC News just this past winter reported that a Bengal Tiger had broken lose from the Vancouver
Zoo, and was calmly lumbering around local neighbourhoods causing quite a kafuffle. Of course, he was scooped
up and taken back home unharmed (poor little fella').
Richard Vallance



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