nature, Poetry

Runway on the Avenue

There is a row of trees growing along a street at the end of our laneway that turns from ordinary green to spectacular red during one magical week in October every year. Last week was that week. I took a few photos and even wrote a poem. Enjoy “Runway on the Avenue” and your fall… Continue reading Runway on the Avenue

Personal, Poetry, Religious

Pandemic Lifestyle – a poem

When presented, by my writing group, with the challenge to write about my experience during the pandemic, my first thought was to do it in poem form (seeing as how it’s April and National Poetry Month). “Pandemic Lifestyle” is a snapshot of some of the things that have characterized the last months for me and… Continue reading Pandemic Lifestyle – a poem

Ekphrastic, Personal, Poetry Friday

Tea Dialects

Tea dialects I flick on electric kettle and offer chamomile, peppermint Red Rose, Earl Grey, or green pour steaming water over gauze pouches into clear mugs that show off emerging jewel colors. Recall the ceremony of biscuits and creamy English Breakfast on a tray served in porcelain by an aunt before breakfast in a Winchester… Continue reading Tea Dialects

Personal, writing

Duty revisited

Duty revisited Forget what I said earlier about Duty being a stern mother and a tiny house where I kept stubbing my toe on “You shoulds.” Lately Duty has become a pool noodle that keeps me happy playing in the safe shallows instead of risking the big surf of the deep, a tether that won’t… Continue reading Duty revisited

nature, Personal, Religious

Mountain

Mountain “By Your favour, O Lord, You have made my mountain stand strong.” Psalm 30:7 The hill outside my Golden Motel is a face of barren gravel nourishing only weeds though pines grow up it’s angled backbone— everyday grace from hard mercy. The gunmetal peak rising behind it appears impermeable, immovable. Now partly obscured by… Continue reading Mountain

LIMP sequence, People, Personal

Still mothering me

Still mothering me Five days ago would have been your birthday. It’s been eight years … But you still visit me often keep me cool every summer when I slip on the brown sundress rescued from your closet wrap your arms around me every winter week it’s the old magenta sweater’s turn. Sometimes I catch… Continue reading Still mothering me

Personal, Poetry Friday

Vena Cava

Through Poetry Friday friend Ruth, I discovered the writings of Jan Richardson and her Women’s Christmas Retreat booklets. Last year I downloaded the one for 2015 (Illuminating the Threshold) and worked my way through part of it using its questions as writing prompts. She ended the third chapter “The Cave of the Heart” with these… Continue reading Vena Cava

Poetry Friday

Vancouver Island

Today (July 1st) is Canada Day! A Happy 149th Birthday to Canada, the country I love. As you can imagine, the birthday celebrations this year will be eclipsed by celebrations next year when Canada turns 150. (Our poetry society is planning to publish a book of poetry to commemorate the event. Our members are busy… Continue reading Vancouver Island

nature, Poetry Friday

Poetry Friday – fiery edition

Welcome to Poetry Friday, hosted right here this week. In western Canada, we've had an extra early start to the forest fire season this year. Last week the entire town of Fort McMurray in north-east Albert had to evacuate (85,000+ people).  A fire that had started just few days earlier was whipped into a frenzy… Continue reading Poetry Friday – fiery edition

Personal, Poetry Friday

Un-Hallmark Mother

Un-Hallmark Mother While I gifted icon carnations and Hallmark lines, “Mother” to me smelled of duty and mothball wisdom. She my root of conscience, scruple permission to pursue the chaotic then, like her, to sort and label. I lived for her sideways compliments overheard in conversations with her friends. Her widow-grief broke down walls: She… Continue reading Un-Hallmark Mother