NATURE Poem: #108: nigh Mortimer Spit, by Bob Plainwilder

I.
Canada uplifts
a wondrous place to be
setting down on B.C. island
buoyed by eternity

this place in particular
well designed and lit
a doorway to a special calm
nigh Mortimer Spit

II.
giving off a spirit dream
an atmospheric nature scene
underneath a moon
ineluctably pristine

ducks in pairs tailing over
sparkly silver waves
beauteous sprawling twinkling rooftops
also cosmic glazed

dragonflies purply starfish
on the shoreline rollicking
in a skiff to Poets Corner
with my dearest frolicking

III.
nascent happy campers
tramping thickets that persist
thronging through arbutus stanchions
kissed by velvet mist

feeling insides fluttery
figures close to shore
profundities of nature glittering all the more
nigh Mortimer Spit

capping no small wonder
gleamy splendor hits
round a shimmery seaside
nigh Mortimer Spit

sinking into cozy chair
i laugh with b. lounging there
combing fingers through my hair
nigh Mortimer Spit

buoyed by surroundings with
an otherworldly colorfast
poetic heart beats free at last
nigh Mortimer Spit