nature, Poetry Friday

The sun dreams palely down

This is Thanksgiving Weekend in Canada and I should probably be posting an overtly thankful poem. Let this be its substitute, for it sings the praises of some of the things for which I am most thankful: the ability to walk, beautiful places to walk, someone to walk with, fall colours, fall mists, the Creator… Continue reading The sun dreams palely down

nature, Poetry Friday

fog

fog penetrates cold through jackets bites into boots and gloves grips bones greedy for more breathes on windows slips under doors muffles traffic’s roar with cotton batting drivers grope through the tulle maneuver cautious past blurred landscapes strain to see crimson pinpricks ahead standards looming green, yellow, red weakens under distant globe like consciousness after… Continue reading fog