Environment
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NaPoWriMo Day 22 I Am The Wind Whipping spume from surging waves I race across the sea Lift up the seabirds on my way They get a lift for free. Carry water from the sea To western slopes as rain Swooping down the other side I’m dry as dust again. My siblings all round the…
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NaPoWriMo Day 15 Sounds of Life Water gurgling gently over mossy stones before plashing into a small pool Leaves rustling as a breeze sighs gently through the wood The quick knocking of a woodpecker looking a quick meal ‘neath thick bark Dragonflies hum busily in pursuit of mosquitos A dozen different songbirds fill the air…
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NaPoWriMo Day 13 Why Summer Matters Here Summer does not mean the same To those in warmer climes But here where winter seems the rule We live for those brief times All winter long we curse the dark Then too we curse the cold Once summer comes, we curse the heat And bask in light…
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NaPoWriMo Day 12 Ode To An Un-Named Season Winter’s garb of brilliant white Rent now, drab, grey, grubby Make way now, new beauty comes Verdant, life, sap rising Birds cluster ‘midst new buds Mates call, sing, chirp, whistle Stunning blossoms soon appear Bees hum, zip, sip, working Vernal sun now warms the land Ground thaws,…
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NaPoWriMo Day 11 Ode to Penguins With wings that never graced the air You hop and waddle everywhere As ‘cross the windswept ice you fare Though freezing for your egg you care. On land you’re graceless as can be A bowling pin with wings we see No humans want your land you’re free And you…
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NaPoWriMo Day 10 The World That Was Old trees, old friends, gone now to the mill Here where once of old I dwelt Tall trees, strong trunks, now an empty hill Their passing so keenly felt Tall trees, old trees, now there’s none remain ‘Neath whose fragrant boughs I’d rest Small trees, wind warped, claim…
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Flash Fiction February Day 14 Catfish Blues Orly sat on the edge of the roof of a former strip mall and stared at the bobber of his fishing line sitting in the murky water a couple of feet below his boots. He had been sitting like this for a few hours now and his butt…
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A Different Way My father once told me that you can drown in flax seeds. Claimed it had happened to a neighbour’s child when he was a kid. I’ve never bothered to look it up, but it always sounded plausible to me. Probably because of how much a field of grain moves like the waves…
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So, the area I live in is currently in the grip of a massive, late season ice storm. Today’s poem is in recognition of this and looks at the dangers of climate change and our role in it. Enjoy! Anthropocene Ice yet lies thick upon the ground, Though winter’s in the past, Now any day…
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Today is the 27th of May here in Ottawa and it is snowing steadily and shows no sign of stopping anytime soon. This is more than a little unusual. A few flakes, a mini flurry sure. Not uncommon you say. But this isn’t that. This is uncommon for this time of year. It gave rise…
Brain Bits To Go 