
Reflections
Summer days are waning,
the lake still beckons,
be still, relax…
This peaceful refuge
allows quiet thoughts,
time for reflection.
Sandi Knight © 2011

Summer days are waning,
the lake still beckons,
be still, relax…
This peaceful refuge
allows quiet thoughts,
time for reflection.
Sandi Knight © 2011
Her plea has echoed in my mind all week, a woman interviewed in Baghdad after the worst single car-bomb attack in 13 years. This poem is for her, those in Louisiana, Minnesota, Texas and all others throughout the world who want the violence to end.

Suicide bombs, murder, unprecedented violence,
hatred and rage I don’t understand.
Apprehension, upheaval, crisis,
so many live in fear…
Yet in my backyard,
songbirds twitter happily,
butterflies flit amongst flowers,
I sip coffee in peaceful, serene setting.
In my world,
on tranquil evening,
I stroll down country road,
witness stunning prairie sunset.
Why am I so blessed while others suffer?
Sandi Knight © 2016

Shades of grey and green
draw me to the forest.
Sun filters through green canopy.
Moss-covered stones sit as I have,
still for far too long.
Time to move on…
Pursue winding path,
trust light above for guidance.
Follow with faith,
it will lead
to where I am meant to be…
Sandi Knight © 2011
In memory of my Aunt Jeanne who passed away on May 13, 2007. I vividly recall the details expressed in this poem… “Those who touch our lives, stay in our hearts forever…”

Gentle, slow, steady…
a perfect rain
blades of grass turn brilliant green
buds burst open on waiting trees
tulips sparkle with raindrops
robins, goldfinch, sparrows
dart amongst feeders and shrubs
a warbler lands on the windowsill
briefly watching, beckoning – come join us
I would head outdoors
to walk in this warm spring shower
feel the rain on my face
refresh my spirit, cheer my soul
but the new life outside saddens me
someone I love is being taken away
ravaged by unrelenting cancer
there is nothing I can do
so I bake, prepare food
for care-giving family and friends
tomorrow I will visit, say goodbye
I want to share the joy of spring
give strength, courage, hope
but am helpless to stop the pain
I cannot cure, only try to comfort
will I find the right words?
the rain continues to fall
tears rolling down my cheeks
gentle, slow, steady…
Sandi Knight © 2007
Currently spring and winter are having a tug-of-war in Manitoba, and lately it seems spring is losing. As I went for my walk yesterday, bundled in layers of winter-wear to protect myself from snow-pellets and the cold, north wind gusting from 35 – 50 km/hour, this was the kind of morning I was dreaming of…

Crisp morning air
wakens senses
refreshes the spirit…
Gentle breeze
blows away cobwebs
of anxiety and worry
lifts them
to join wispy clouds
in azure sky.
Sun glimmers
through lofty oaks.
This peaceful morning
calms and renews,
inspiration
for a new day.
Sandi Knight © 2011

North winds howl, snow swirls.
Under night sky mighty hands
create beauty from raging storm.
Morning brings sculpted drifts.
Sun reflects on diamond crystals.
Prairie waves of sparkling white
turn bleakness into brilliance.
Sandi Knight © 2008
For as much as death is a part of life, we frequently get it wrong when attempting to offer comfort. Support often needs no words. We can be there for each other and simply allow the grief.

A river of cards swells across the dining room table.
Overwhelming sadness grips my heart.
Sympathetic words echo in my mind.
Some offer comfort; others try…
“The suffering is over.”
“It was meant to be.”
“She’s at peace now.”
“It’s a blessing.”
Why do they feel the need to rationalize death?
No amount of logic will fill the vast emptiness I feel.
I have lost someone I love.
Allow me my sorrow.
Allow me my tears.
Allow me to grieve.
In time, I will move on, but not yet, not today…
It is time to reflect on a lifetime of memories,
to celebrate the time we had together,
to say a final painful farewell.
Sandi Knight © 2010