Springtime Heart: Poems for All Seasons

By Myrna Broadley

Springtime Heart is a collection of poems written over more than forty years, chronicling one womans life through her observations on love and relationships, family and home and the natural world.

Growing up in rural Ontario, Myrna Broadley dreamed of living near the water, with a view of the waves and the sky. The girl became a woman, wife and mother, and realized her dream.

On Georgian Bay she found that spot of personal paradise. She marveled at the sights and sounds of the changing seasons; the fl uttering of wings at her birdfeeder; and the rainbow of colours shed planted in her gardens. Amid it all, she experienced the joys and trials that came with raising a family.

To this day she still lives in her beloved country home on the shores of Georgian Bay, and watches the sun rise over the water every morning.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Aug 27, 2010
• ISBN: 9781450245906

Myrna Broadley

Myrna Broadley (nee Guse) was born in rural Ontario in 1929. Inspired by the peaceful countryside, her poems are about love, family and nature. A lifelong poetry devotee, she enjoys the works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow and Pauline Johnson. She now lives on the shores of Georgian Bay near Owen Sound.

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Contents

PREFACE

To the Forest

Blurred Vision

Gulls

Outside the Box

Who Told the Sun

The Berry Patch

Summer Woods

Command Performance

Willows by the Stream

Treasure-trove

Magic Lanterns

Yours with Moonlight

Retirement

Unconditional Love

The Pals

Caroline

Intrigue

Sweet Refuge

Village Life

Silent Energy

City Streets

(Owen Sound, 1977)

Brief Interlude

Dream Spinner

A Cottage

(Georgian Bay)

Melancholia

Submission

Ha!

Snowfall

Winter Friend

Tinsel-town

A Mother’s Lament

Mourning Dove

Drifters

Presqu’ile Shores

Loon Song

Spring Promise

A Garden

White Lilacs

Metamorphosis

Lowly Dandelion

Shorebird

Big Questions

Renewal

Springtime Heart

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

AUTHOR BIOGRAPHY

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PREFACE

As a young woman, I wanted to be the Perfect Mom. However, wanting and being are poles apart, as I would soon discover. When at last I was blessed with a son and a daughter, I was happier than I had ever been. Then one day as sibling rivalry simmered and flared into heated combat, the perfect mom completely lost her cool. While five-year-old Jamie stood staring in disbelief, my four-year-old daughter Caroline recorded on paper what she had just witnessed. Thus, the sketch on the opposite page. I frightened two little people that day and I have often wondered if my verbal outburst left any scars. Today we laugh at the sketch, but I wonder. I would like to publicly apologize to my children, Pumpkin and Muffin, for that unexpected rant. You are two beautiful human beings. I am so proud of you both and I love you. The lesson learned: there is no such being as the Perfect Mom, and one must have an outlet for pent-up emotions before they boil over. My outlet became poetry.

Poetry, sweet poetry! To me, poems are neat little packages of rhyming verse; they are concise compositions as vivid and intense as the subjects or objects that inspire them. In some creations, one might even detect a hint of Divine influence. Springtime Heart