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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
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
You've been gone so longit makes me wonder sometimesif you ever really were. A distant memory nowthat someone could almost make me believeyou were just a figment of my vivid imagination. And yet,deep in my bones,in the pit of my stomach,I know that you were. Without a doubt,you were here. Right here.Tangible,living and breathing.And being … Continue reading You Were
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