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First in tiny flecks, then like tufts of cotton. Drifting, floating, dancing down. The world slows, becomes quiet and muffled. The dark tree branches the only contrast on a grey sky, creating a soft silhouette. So peaceful, tranquil. One can do nothing else but stop, look up, and twirl with arms outstretched to catch a … Continue reading Living Snow Globe
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
In this season, as in every other, there will be joy, there will be comfort to be found in the familiar. But there will also be more hardship. And even if we don't always see it, or hear it, or feel it, time will keep ticking, no faster, and no slower than before. All poetry … Continue reading Blessing for the Season Ahead
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?
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
Oh soft summer breeze,come caress my warm cheek,sweep across my hot brow. Lift from me my worries,my stress,my shame. Fill me with hopes,dreams,and calm. Send my spirit up into the leaves,to new heights,and a new perspective. Oh soft summer breeze,help me rest,help me sleep. So that I can waketo live again. All poetry and artwork … Continue reading Summer Breeze
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