Saturday, January 8, 2011

Only On Haida Gwaii

While camping on the misty islands,
at Kagan Bay,
I glanced up from my fire
and through lush rain forest trees
I saw a man
waltzing gracefully with a woman,
holding her close,
both dressed for camping or hiking.

I heard no music,
yet they dipped and turned,
swayed silently
as one soul,
on a moss carpet
among ancient cedars.


  1. Hi Charlie,
    These are wonderful - both the poems and the sketches! So nice to see you online again.

    I'll be posting a link to your blog on my poetry site

  2. I can see this again in my minds eye..