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I don’t think there is anything quite as beautiful or magical as the sparkle of undisturbed freshly fallen snow. As the morning sun rises to find its noon hour pinnacle casting a thousand rainbows in all directions. Or as it sets and gently casts a pink, purple, and buttery yellow glowacross the millions of tiny … Continue reading A Thousand Rainbows In All Directions
This is a poem I wrote in the last two weeks, it isn't entirely right, but I couldn't help but share it anyway. Spring and summer turn to late summer. The bright and pale yellow light becomes a deep golden colour and reaches out across once green lawns. The grass now is somewhat straw-like and … Continue reading Late Summer Special Magic
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
I published this poem on Instagram last year around Christmas before I had really begun publishing my poetry and thought I would also share it here finally. It's mornings like these, when snow falls steadily,like a blanket over the city,that I wish to stay to stopto pauseto breath it inthat snow smelland to just watch … Continue reading Morning Snowfall
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
Where do the geese go when they leave for the winter? Are they journeying home, or are they going away? If you stopped to ask them, I wonder what they would say. Do they enjoy the trip, the chance to soar? I wonder how they came to wander, what made that first goose take to … Continue reading The Geese
Crickets calling,like the sleigh bells of summer. Ringing out their magic in the night.Filling the dark with twinkle and delight. Down far below my window.Oh, how I'll miss your songs come the long, cold, winter. All poetry and artwork are my own original works. Please do not download, copy paste, or otherwise use them without … Continue reading Crickets
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