Ever Closer

Wine is bottled poetry.” – Robert Louis Stevenson

January has ended in a rain of spoken word poetry as Rufous Hummingbirds soar above the trees and the first cherry blossoms start to bloom on once bare trees. Clusters of snowdrops are bursting forth from manicured rectangles of freshly turned soil or popping up wild among the secret places of the forest. Small bouquets of purple and gold crocuses are also making an appearance, their bright colour a balm for rain weary hearts.

There is still winter decorating to behold in quiet corners on walks throughout our neighbourhood. I recently spied some large, galvanized grey stars with equally large pale blue orbs hanging among the dark limbs of winter-shorn trees in front of a lovely heritage home, an enchanting nod to a season still unfolding.

A recent gorgeous sunset lit up an icy blue sky, spreading across the vastness like a great, dusky pink daisy on a day without a camera. A small notebook waits for me on the desk by the window ready to capture the wonder before it fades away…

February heralds the colour red and the vibrant shade brightens days that still cling to darkness…a month which reminds us of dark red wine, decadent chocolate and the fire of love, perfect precursors to the new season to come. Even the Red-winged Blackbirds have returned to roost among the naked branches of the tall chestnut trees one street over in anticipation of spring, their loud chorus ringing out several times a day!

Winter storms still lash our coast although pale sunlight periodically pierces the gloom and we all rush out to feel a bit of warmth. Today finds me outside, in between raindrops, having left a warm apartment to catch a breath of fresh air before heading to the library. Familiar sights greet me, the man who walks barefoot no matter the weather and now my fellow writers scattered throughout the library working at various tables. As I sit here at my own table, my eyes are drawn to the soft light glowing above the high-rises of my eclectic, well-loved neighbourhood, the sun peeking out from behind dark clouds, ever closer.

A gorgeous sunset over English Bay (Vancouver, B.C.) on a winter day disguised as spring!

We lingered over this sunset on a bench by the seawall near Second Beach (Vancouver, B.C.).

Beautiful capture of winter shadows at the Grove in Stanley Park (Vancouver, B.C.), they never fail to call me!

This post is dedicated to our beloved relative Ian who passed away this February while in hospice back east, our hearts are full in the knowledge that he is resting in a beautiful spot where we picnicked together in the fall of 2016 near Paris, Ontario. You will never be forgotten…

 

 

 

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I'm currently blogging from the beautiful West Coast city of Vancouver, British Columbia - a vibrant city by the sea, surrounded by mountains and a very unique urban forest.
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46 Responses to Ever Closer

  1. Rachel McKee says:

    Beautiful tribute Kim. I’m so sorry for your loss.β€οΈπŸŒ™πŸ’•

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  2. davidprosser says:

    I’m sorry for your loss Kim..
    xxx Massive Hugs xxx

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  3. markmkane says:

    My heart goes out for your loss Kimberlee. Such touching words that convey so much emotions.

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  4. Quirky Girl says:

    I’m sorry for your loss, but thankful you’ve got your beautiful memories of what must’ve been a very special picnic. Hugs ❀❀❀

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  5. A beautiful tribute. May his Soul rest in peace.

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  6. We are so sorry for your loss Kimberlee, this is a beautiful tribute to Ian – may he rest in peace πŸ’œ

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  7. Brenda says:

    I’m so sorry to hear of your loss, Kim. This is a beautifully written post. I also love the photos. It’ll be winter here for another few months at least.

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  8. A most beautiful tribute to your dear relative. My favourite image: ‘Even the Red-winged Blackbirds have returned to roost among the naked branches of the tall chestnut trees one street over in anticipation of spring, their loud chorus ringing out several times a day!’

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  9. Such beautiful writing, Kim, and a lovely dedication to Ian. You paint pictures with your words that are equally delicate, rich, and deeply emotional. I get all choked up when I read your posts. ❀

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  10. Please accept my condolences Kim. This is a beautiful tribute to Ian. 🌼

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  11. michnavs says:

    What a fitting tribute to a beautiful who has gone ahead of us…to be with our creator…the winter and the coming of spring or the changing of weathers reminds us of our constant battle to survive and live our lives out as it is each day…

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  12. Very sorry to hear about your loss. That is a beautiful tribute, Kim.

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  13. I sighed after reading this gift…it’s so very, very lovely…we, your friends and readers, are so blessed by your need to express yourself though written word….as one who loves to read and write…who loves words…I feel spoiled and privileged to be one of the lucky ones who’s found one of the literary worlds best kept secrets…thanks for sharing πŸ™‚

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    • Your words have definitely brightened up a rather cold winter day…I went to a classical music concert yesterday afternoon with my Mom (she receives free tickets from the admin office where she lives!) at a gorgeous venue downtown and was marveled by all the talent…I was not destined to play the piano like my Mom but was destined to try to create worlds with words instead of notes! Thank you for encouraging me (always!), you are a dear writing friend!

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  14. Robin says:

    Beautiful tribute. I’m so sorry for your loss. Your words paint pictures. You don’t need a camera to capture what you see.

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  15. Hayley says:

    What a stunningly visual piece of writing, and an equally stunning sentiment to your loved one passed… healing hugs to you my friend xx

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  16. “Today finds me outside, in between raindrops, having left a warm apartment to catch a breath of fresh air before heading to the library. Familiar sights greet me, the man who walks barefoot no matter the weather and now my fellow writers scattered throughout the library working at various tables. As I sit here at my own table, my eyes are drawn to the soft light glowing above the high-rises of my eclectic, well-loved neighbourhood, the sun peeking out from behind dark clouds, ever closer.” I can see you there! Also, I really liked: “January has ended in a rain of spoken word poetry” – thanks, Kimberlee!

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  17. calmkate says:

    sorry for your loss … lovely photos and beautifully written, you have talent!

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  18. Even a dog knows something of beauty when he sees it. My person particularly likes this line “an enchanting nod to a season still unfolding”. What a wonderful tribute. Love Ben xx

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