Now that I am back home,
there are still the birds
and the sky,
the sunshine on green leaves
and the fresh morning air
on my face
when I first step outside
to water the garden,
trying to make of my little home
a dwelling place of beauty and love.
Tag: returning home
Post-Hawaii Baby Blues
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!
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.
Just East Of Crazy Land 