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A sprinkle.A dusting. Gracefully lands on roof tops and leaves.Like an icing sugar topping on confectionery.A little bit of magic drifting down from the heavens. Transforming our window views into something new right before our eyes.A glimpse into the next season.Into the future.A witness to the changing of the seasons, the turning of the circle … Continue reading First Snow
This poem is dedicated to fighting for climate justice and published on Earth Day April 22, 2022. Gentle water lapping on the lakeside,water like an aged mirrorreflecting the soft colours of the evening sky. Blue tinged with soft pinks and yellows,the scene so still.A tiny moment in timespent reflecting on life's louder moments. A beautiful … Continue reading What World Will Be Left?
Ah, the changing of the seasons. The turning of the globe,the shifting of the sun in the sky.The never-ending circle and cycle. Ever changing, ever growing, ever dying. We anticipate, we embraceand we grieve your rhythms. You reflect the churning within us all. Your chapters of darkness.Your chapters of light,of shedding and letting go,and of … Continue reading The Changing of the Seasons
Blinding.Bright.Cleansing. Beams of warmth stretched out long.Piercing through only on the coldest of winter days.Glistening off the frozen earth. Invigorating.Energizing. The source of life in the North.An open sky like no other season, crystal clear and shining.The softest of blues. All of these cold months are not dark, but interspersed with brilliant light. Bringing with … Continue reading Winter Sun
The winds of change are blowing outside. Rocketing.Howling. Rattling the tree branches.Shaking the window panes. I rest inside my cozy house and watch the blustering and blowing.The rain streaming. I pray it does not come in,that it does not blow down my warm house. I think to the others who have no houses, who wander … Continue reading Winds of Change
This poem was written about a pair of ravens that were nested close to our apartment throughout the pandemic. We would listen for their calls, and looked for them each day when out walking. We were graced with a few chance sightings of these beautiful birds. Her croaking voice a haunting call. To stand in … Continue reading The Raven
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