Wasaga Shores

The first time I wrote a poem was in 2016.  I was working on a certificate in Creative Writing, and one of the mandatory courses was called Reading for Creative Writing. Naturally, it ended up being heavily weighted to poetry 😝. When it came time to submit a poem as an assignment, I turned to the shores of Wasaga Beach for inspiration.

Gull soars over Wasaga Beach at sunset

The fiery reds and flaming oranges of Wasaga sunsets are breathtaking. I thought of them while writing "Wasaga Shores."

Wasaga Beach sunset

Wasaga Shores

on the sandy passage to shallow water

under the cardinal sunset sky

the honey sweet scent of balsam poplar

endless firmament

pin cherry berry red

sundown, luscious to the eye

trembling aspens quiver

slight waves crest

the rise and fall of reliable measure

elysium

Wasaga Beach sunset through the trees

At a time when mindfulness is promoted as a way to be fully present in a moment, as a way to relax the body and mind, and as a way to reduce stress, I realize that my best (and maybe only) mindful moments happen when I am standing by the water watching the sun go down. Every sunset is different and holds my attention completely. Here are a just few of the sunset pictures I've taken during years of visits to the beach.

A place for peaceful reflection
Wasaga Beach, Ontario

A calming pastel sky, Wasaga Beach

Drama in the clouds, Wasaga Beach

Serene moment on the shore
Wasaga Beach, Ontario

Tranquility by the water
Wasaga Beach, Ontario

After I finished my mandatory creative writing course, I quickly put the poetry away. I was no poet, and I was glad to be done with it. But, I held on to "Wasaga Shores." It was a bit of personal creative expression that I was (and am) very happy with.

When I discovered an unexpected interest in poetry earlier this year and challenged myself to write about my garden and the natural world that moves me, I knew that I would share the poem that started it all.

Wasaga Beach paddleboarder at sunset

Here's hoping that you find your "Wasaga Shores", like I did mine.

Happy Gardening!

A Shower of Acorns on the Cottage Roof

The summers in southern Ontario are all too brief. By the time the last chance of frost has passed in mid- to late-May, there are just four short months before the danger of a first frost in early to mid-October. Needless to say, there is a mad scramble to enjoy the fleeting heat and blazing sunshine to the fullest.

Seagull enjoying the spectacular
views at Wasaga Beach

I am very lucky to be able to spend some of my summer weekends on the sandy shores of Wasaga Beach. Five years ago, I realized a dream I didn't even know I had until it came true: the purchase of a modest cottage that became my family's beach-town retreat. It allows us to spend time away from the chaos of the city and in the outdoors enjoying nature.

Cottage through the trees

All around the cottage, the air is filled with the sound of birds and insects. In the distance, on a breezy day, it's easy to hear the waves crash to shore. Overhead, in the towering oaks, the leaves rustle and the squirrels chirp. Depending on the time of year, the sound of falling acorns bouncing off the cottage roof is unmistakeable.  All of these sounds inspired a poem.

A Shower of Acorns on the Cottage Roof

A shower of acorns

—bonk, bonk, bink-bonk—

on the cottage roof

A skitter-scatter of squirrel feet

Cottage country sun 

rises on late summer’s morning dew

Blue jays squawk

Crows caw and coo

A shower of acorns

—bonk, bink-bonk, bink—

on the cottage roof

A pitter-patter of chipmunk feet

Cottage country winds

roar across the bay

Rat-a-tat-tat, red-bellied woodpecker pecks

Chickadee-dee-dee welcomes the day

A shower of acorns

—bonk, bonk, bink-bonk—

on the cottage roof

A bumpety thump bump of rabbit feet

Cottage country waves

reach for the shore

Loons hoot, gulls screech

Dog scritch-scratches at the screen door

A shower of acorns

—bonk, bink-bonk, bink—

on the cottage roof

Dragonflies flutter in the breeze

Cottage country mosquitoes

buzz, buzz, buzzing in my ears

In the quiet of nature so serene

it's a wonder the humans get any sleep

A wild rabbit in Wasaga Beach

Happy Gardening!

Ludwig: A Love Story

Lilac "Ludwig Spaeth" was absolutely spectacular in the garden this year with its abundant flowers and outstanding fragrance.

Lilac "Ludwig Spaeth"

Given full sun, lilacs bloom reliably every spring for about three weeks. The flowers usually appear in mid-May and fade by early June. These hardy shrubs symbolize many things. Their flowers are often interpreted as symbolic of new beginnings and of renewal thanks to their early bloom time. Lilacs also symbolize love and romance. They are the flower given to couples on eighth wedding anniversaries. 

Lilacs also have a connection to death. Purple is the colour of mourning in many countries. During the Victorian era, widows wore lilacs as a sign of remembrance. 

The lilac in my backyard is named for Franz Ludwig Späth (1793-1883), a German botanist. As I thought about this man and all things associated with lilacs during the fleeting moments when they are in bloom, a love story started to take shape. The resulting poem is written as a ballade.*

Ludwig: A Love Story

Ludwig sends me lilacs every month of May

remembering like the earth remembers the seasons

Lilacs that he planted to mark the vows of our wedding day

persuading me I would one day be grateful for his reasons

Spring’s sweet scent, he dreamed, to our windows would breeze in  

Fragrant remembrances of moments we had only begun to accrue 

Life together was fresh, new, and easy, and so I teased him

Thank you for the flowers Ludwig, but I would much rather have you

Ludwig loved the lilacs, stealing away for brief moments at a time

to bring a clustering branch close and breathe its essence with wonder 

Perfumes of magenta-violet were his muse sublime 

and beckoned to him each morning and before each night’s slumber 

With careful cuts he filled his arms, the bouquets too numerous to number

Panicles of purple, pink, white, and hints of blue

I quipped as I placed the stems in vases one after the other

Thank you for the flowers Ludwig, but I would much rather have you

The lilacs without Ludwig are lilacs incomplete 

He saw them one last time before the end that came to claim him 

Through the pane a symbol of love that made our hearts beat

I planted those for you, he said, as the light in his eyes dimmed

I whispered that I understood as the tears in my eyes brimmed

That night I filled the vases to overflowing, weeping for years too few

Crying out at memories sown and carried on lilac-scented winds

Thank you for the flowers Ludwig, but I would much rather have you

Ludwig sends me lilacs every month of May

A reminder of a love that blossomed long ago and grew

For scented sprigs of reminiscence, I am grateful every day

Thank you for the flowers Ludwig, but I would much rather have you

The deep, rich purple blooms of 
Lilac "Ludwig Spaeth" are in flower
for only a few short weeks

Happy Gardening!

*A ballade is a type of Old French verse.  The structure of the poem is usualy made up of three eight-line stanzas and a four-line envoy. An envoy is a short stanza that comes at the end of a poem. It serves as a summary of the poem or is used as a dedication to a person. A ballade follows and ababbcbc bcbc rhyme scheme. I'm not certain that I've achieved all the necessary elements of a ballade ; I have probably deviated from the proper form somewhat, but I'm pretty happy with this poem.