Gulls bobbing
On water dancing;
White breasts flashing
On blue waves cresting,
Like white clouds scudding
In blue skies shining.
Child free flying
Like gulls glee riding.

Cy, October 22, 2010

Ottawa River shore

Clish, closh, clash;
Like breaking glass,
The thin spring ice
Shatters on the shore
To the rhythm of the waves
Sparkling in the quiet sunlight.
I'm beckoned to meditate on its cacophony;
A welcome break from humanity's philosophy.

Cy, March17, 2010

Seagull #2

The white seagull soars
As the silver jet roars
In the deep blue sky,
But it's the seagull's silence
Which makes me high.

The white seagull soars
As the silver jet roars
In the deep and clear blue sky,
But only the seagull's silence makes me high.

Cy, Tues. ,Oct. 5, 2010