Captivated

Inspired by a phenomenal display of the Northern Lights and “captivated” as writing prompt from Beth Kempton’s #tinyautumn poem challenge.

On November 11—12, 2025 the night skies were lit up with dancing aurora, seen as far south as Florida, thanks to a massive G4 Geomagnetic Solar Storm. The sky was so bright, the reds so vivid, even to the naked eye. Light pollution within city limits could not dim the colourful show.

If the horizon wasn’t visible from where you were, all you had to do was look up. Pure magic! This photo is an edited version of one such view from our prairie farm.

Captivated

For a moment,
the world forgot…
its fear, its hatred, its division.

Messages flew with excitement,
“Get outside! Look up! It’s unreal…”

For a moment,
everyone paused,
captivated by the magic in the sky.

Sandi Knight © 2025

The Gathering

The Gathering

Grief and gratitude joined hands,
welcomed in a myriad of emotions,
as his family and friends gathered
at the place he loved the most.

To honour, to remember, to celebrate
a husband, a father, a friend,
whose loss from this world
left so many shattered.

There were tears and laughter,
heartbreak, comfort and support,
as this crew of his favourites
raised a glass and shared stories.

Grief and gratitude joined hands,
welcomed in a myriad of emotions,
as his family and friends gathered
at the place he loved the most.

Sandi Knight © 2025


Morning thoughts as the fog lifts…

Morning thoughts as the fog lifts…

Is it possible
for the tyranny, greed,
and corruption in the world
to lift?
For wars and violence
to end?
For so-called ‘leaders’
to be banished
to an island,
or roman coliseum,
to fight
amongst themselves,
take their quarrels away
from the everyday person,
who simply wants
to live…
to wake up in their own home,
to have safety, security, peace,
to have food, water, shelter,
to be surrounded
by family and friends,
to go to work or school,
to take a quiet walk
to their favourite café,
or community park,
to stop and talk
to their neighbours on the street,
to watch the sunrise or sunset,
to sit by a lake or river,
or go to the theatre or a movie,
to gather to celebrate
or gather because they can,
when it comes down it,
and everything is stripped away,
we all just want ‘normal’,
we crave it,
we need it,
we thrive with it…
Is it possible
for the tyranny, greed,
and corruption in the world
to lift?
Is it possible
to find a new way
to lead,
to grow together,
to support one another?
Is it possible
for the fog of hate
to lift,
for light to shine through
and lead the way
to a better world?

Sandi Knight © 2025

The Sound of Silence

The Sound of Silence

Now, more than ever,
we all need reprieve
in the sound of silence.

A place to retreat,
reflect, regroup, think,
feel safe and secure.

Whether through art,
the power of thought,
or a quiet space.

Now, more than ever,
we must gather resolve
in the sound of silence.

Sandi Knight © 2025

Drift Away

A favourite photo and fleeting moment captured in 2016. No edits. Pure nature. It was cold and windy, but oh the light was magical! So I tucked myself into the trees to keep warm and watched the sunlight dance, transforming the landscape from white to beautiful, pale hues of pink and purple.

I am so fortunate to have the privilege of capturing light and extraordinary ‘glimmers’ like this from my corner of the Canadian prairies. ✨️

Drift Away

For a few fleeting moments
sunlight gently danced
across a snow-covered field.

Randomly brushing colour
on glistening snowdrifts,
sculpted by harsh winter winds.

Turning the ordinary
into extraordinary art —
sparkling, enchanting, magical.

Sandi Knight © 2024

Wrapped in white

Wrapped in white

Snow is falling gently, steadily;
frost envelopes our world.

Mother Nature is creating
an extraordinary canvas.

Nudging us to press pause,
take in and admire her beauty.

Everything wrapped in white,
so calm, still, ethereal…

Offering peace and tranquility
I wish the whole world could feel.

Sandi Knight © 2024

The Feather

Inspired by a persistent white feather, which came in not once, but twice, just before Christmas 2023, when my husband was heading out our backdoor. And the answer to, “Why is there a feather in your flower arrangement?

The Feather

She opened the door.
the snow was deep,
the air cold, but not a breath of wind.

And yet, it blew in
landed at her feet —
a small, delicate, white feather…

She reached down,
gently picked it up,
cradled it in the palm of her hand.

Then, with a soft breath,
sent it back outside,
only to have it land at her feet again.

She smiled, looked up,
and quietly whispered,
“Okay then, come on in, join us.”

Sandi Knight © 2023

This…is my season.

A poem written last September. The sentiments remain the same; fall will forever be my favourite season. Happy Autumn Equinox!

This…
is my season.

When the morning air is crisp and cool;
walks refreshing, invigorating.

When fog rolls across prairie fields,
then slowly lifts as the sun rises.

When steam rises from my morning coffee,
as I pause on my deck to soak in the beauty.

When autumn twirls her brush with a flourish,
her palette rich with gold, amber, scarlet, auburn.

When fashion-forward trees shed their coats of green
we waited so eagerly to see just a few shorts months ago.

When painted leaves dance down to the ground,
as the wind nudges them to let go and fly.

When the greys and brown of tree branches and bark
are highlighted against the fresh autumn canvas.

When flowers deepen and brighten in colour,
hosting hummingbirds and bees for a final fall feast.

When the sky is a deep, clear, azure blue,
filled with migrating birds calling out their goodbyes.

When the sun reluctantly slips away earlier,
but with vibrant hues of harvest orange and red.

When change is in every direction
yet welcome, soothing and comforting.

This…
is my season.

Sandi Knight © 2023

Storms of Life

Storms of Life

The storms of life —
no one is immune,
we all must weather them.

Their power catches us off guard —
harsh, brutal, damaging,
yet beautiful, awe-inspiring.

We may come out stronger,
we may feel broken,
always altered, forever changed.

What gets us through is knowing
there is light, always light…
it finds us, leads the way.

We carry on as best we can,
finding hope, healing,
new paths, new beginnings.

Sandi Knight © 2024

Tangled Roots

Tangled Roots

When we pause
to examine our roots,
are vulnerable and raw,
when we sit with our wounds, our pain…
it creates freedom
to release what doesn’t serve us,
it makes room
for new experiences,
and stories
to flow into our lives.

Sandi Knight © 2024