Before:
After:
Need we say more? 😉
PS Don’t worry, Grandma, we only stayed at the park for about 10 minutes then hurried back home! Snow looks prettier than it feels!
Tag: Maui
Feather Quills
When the sun sinks into the sea
–a candle snuffed out suddenly–
the silhouettes of palm trees darken
against the fading colours of the sky.
Their leaves become black as crow feathers–
old-fashioned feather quills
writing poetry upon the earth’s dome
among the shooting stars.
Oh, hey, aloha!
I’m outside walking on a January day;
the sidewalks and the sky are matching gray.
I pull my hands into my sleeves,
–the cold wet air is biting me–
but inside there’s a flame no one can see.
I’ve got Maui warmth
hidden in my heart.
The sunshine from Paia
is here to stay, yeah.
Oh, yeah, aloha!
Oh, yeah, aloha!
When you are in Hawaii,
no one asks you why
you’re doing what you’re doing
or you’re wearing what you’re wearing, today.
They say, “Oh, hey, aloha!
Hope you have a great day!
Oh, hey, aloha,
it’s just fine doing things your own way.”
When I was out swimming
with my brothers in the sea
I cut my foot on coral
now the sea’s inside of me.
I’ve got mermaid scars
(perhaps I’ll grow a tail).
The ocean’s salt is in my blood
and bright Maui stars
are ever in my eyes.
So oh, hey, aloha,
hope you’re having a great day
Oh hey aloha,
I’ll be going back to Maui,
someday.
First Canadian Shower
It was with some regret
that I washed the salty windswept wildness
from my Hawaiian holiday hair
and cleaned my sea-spattered glasses,
hesitant to send any lingering remnants
of my joyful January trip
down the drain into the chilly pipes below,
letting the island warmth
sleep into the cold Canadian soil.
Marvellous Maui
Feeling right at home, up a tree on the beach!
Island Lullaby
In Hawaii, the sun sinks into the sea
like a burning golden coin–
you can actually watch it slip below the surface.
The clouds show off their colours:
peachy orange and cotton candy pink,
dark grey accentuated by strips of shining gold.
After it’s done, the sunset hurrah,
deep darkness falls quickly.
The winding island roads are bathed in blackness.
Everything fades away except ohana, family,
the small circle of warmth
around you and and your loved ones,
sipping wine and sharing stories.
With no streetlights to prolong the day,
it soon feels so late and sleepy.
Bed beckons after a day on the beach.
You’re ready for the windy palm tree lullaby,
that endless rustling of phantom rain
that is simply leaves swaying in the starlight.
The crickets convince you to close your eyes and listen.
“Be soothed, be soothed,” they sing.
“Soon enough the sun will return…
rooster will be sure to let you know.
Early and often he will call:
‘Get up! Get up! A new adventure begins!’ ”
Iao Valley
Maui is gorgeous! This mountain valley park is lovely!
All of these photos by my awesome brother Winston. 🙂
Haiku 17
Crickets sing by night
Palm trees rustle in the wind
Starlit Maui sleeps
Just East Of Crazy Land 