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Writing under a Montreal sky
Author: isobel cunningham
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There were plans for this birthday but nature had other ideas. It poured with rain all day and a high wind caused the electricity to cut out. My beloved grandchildren had arranged to come over with a birthday cake and to sleep over. With no lights, and no stove it might have been atmospheric but…
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Gold in the gutter The hour, the golden hour has come For you to flutter, for you to fall. Your song becomes a stutter, a cry. The others lie though they too were so proud against the sky. Gold and high but no more can they fly the flag of beauty. Gold…
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and doggies eating patiently for their walker to get it together at the entrance to my local park. One big black fellow ( just out of sight) wanted so much to get acquainted but his business-like walker soon put a stop to that . “ He jumps up and I can’t be responsible for any…
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near my home, a mystery. While autumn is well underway with its special beauty One tree among all the others pretends it is summer But one stalwart clings, instead, to the color of life. It looks like an ordinary maple but there is something extraordinary about it. Drop a note
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but not quite over as I rashly decided to make a run for it. What really seems to be over is the magic/ spooky summer that just wouldn’t go away. I set off to train on the toboggan hill today. It was humid with a mixed sky. After being spoiled for so many weeks I…
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Our home and native land …. Or autumn fantasy After a chat with a hearing aid dealer in Verdun, one of my favorite “ down home” Montreal neighborhoods, I decided to walk home. Her verdict , “you can hear but you can’t understand” was rather discouraging and , putting it down perhaps to a translation…
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In my neighborhood park some uniformed animal staff were armed with huge nets. They caught this cormorant who was holed up in the roots of my favourite willow tree. The “ chief “ was a chatty type who explained that the bird was exhausted from coughing and they were going to take him to a…
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got caught in a tree and set them free
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these surprised me by being pure white! When I walk in my neighborhood park I often take a shortcut through a leafy lane rather than sticking to the paved paths. This little tree is overshadowed by lots of green foliage so I guess it doesn’t get enough light. It’s a strange sight amid all the…
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At the end of summer I started to wake very early. I sat on an old chaise-lounge next to the patio door. At about five-thirty the big star would start to climb above the nearby rooftops. Nearby, and yet so far, so far away. Brilliant and large it slowly climbed up the dark sky while…
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