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Sometimes early in the early winter morning the cold sky is just as he saw it. Clouds, grey and while or pink, pearly with the early sun and framed with winter trees, like besom brooms or fir trees or twisted twigs, black against the miracle morning sky. The untouched blue that…
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Today the first snow At first sight a gasp of surprise, the white Cover Joy at the change of season Change that is so hard to love and to accept…
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Having endured the frost Of a hard word Or of withdrawal Of a warm sun, Still blooming, pale, your petals tender Having endured
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Yesterday was Remembrance Day. I made my first trip to Ottawa for this event and I found it to be a wonderful and very rewarding experience. A couple of my friends thought that in view of recent tragic events it would be a good idea to show up in person this year. I’m happy they…
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Just a couple that caught my eye lately. One is a pet grooming van, covered with a sort of fluffy fur, I saw it on my way to exercise class. When I came out the whole thing was being wrapped in stretch wrap, you know, the kind they use in airports…
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A stick, a stone a bloom, the moon jump rope, hold hope fish gleam, tears stream. a cloud, a leaf a joy, a grief, under the sun, under a star, where have you come from? here you are. a flower, a tower, a breath, a death coming alive, being born dark at sunset, gold at…
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On the darkest day On the cloudy November day When we turn the hands Of the watch, of the clock, When we wring our hands To wring from the short day A little light. On that short dark day See the stars, the stars of scintillating, sparkling, spangling light Shine in you. Diamonds waiting in…
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October 31 is a special day for me. It is my birthday. I’ve always been happy that my birthday falls on this rather weird holiday. Some people object to this day, even on religious grounds. I’ve always been happy that even in modern times we give…
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Why doesn’t this cost thousands of dollars? It is certainly beautiful enough to warrent it, don’t you think? I’ve never seen such a thing; the dappled random colors on the flat open faces of the flowers. There was a “special” on orchids yesterday and there was no question that it was coming home…
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Close to the old canal On a path for the earnest joggers lined by elegant poplars, their rustling leaves now yellowing in the fading light of autumn. Here stands the rusting structure that once was manipulated, mastered by hard-handed workers who died young. Workers who lived close to the…
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