Mourning Skies?

November 21, 2020.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Hammad Rais’ Weekend Sky.

October Skies

October 17, 2020.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Hammad Rais’s Weekend Skies

Maple Leaf

November 8, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Tracing the lines of your perfection,I remember, childhood discoveries –wax paper and hot iron,the smell of fresh raked pranks,and what it means to be Canadian. I no longer make leaf art,nor partake of Autumn cleanup,but I have not forgottenthe power of your symbolismand how far we have yet to go. (For Cee’s Flower of the […]

Autumn Blessings

October 31, 2019.Reading time 1 minute.

Pre-camera years, I bemoaned the arrival of Autumn as Winter’s harbinger. The lens, however, has the magical ability to transform one’s perceptions. Suddenly, I have new appreciation for golden forests, and white flowers lingering against a backdrop of fallen leaves: Even the robin, typically associated with the onset of Spring, exudes new charm amid the […]

Driving My Perspective

October 17, 2019.Reading time 2 minutes.

“Grab your camera; let’s go for a drive!” Ric knows how to pull me out of my doldrums. Despite the cold wind, the day is not without merit. We drive to another small town, just thirty minutes away. Here, wetlands and a wooded trail attract a multitude of birds. I snap a few pics of […]

Changing Seasons

October 1, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Summer greens dig in, regale the warmth of dayswhile Autumn creeps, spreading reds and golds. For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo a Week challenge: changing seasons. .

Orange

December 15, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Orange is the colour, I’d like to be –fiery as sunsets, bright as an oak leaf,brilliant even in the waning hours. (For Cee’s FOTD)

Yellowing

December 12, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Autumn lingers here,far from northern extremes, huesthrilling travellers. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Seed Pods

December 5, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

We release our seedspray for their deliverance –mourn the emptiness. (For Cee’s FOTD.)

Shrivelled

December 4, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Wrung out, yet alive –Autumn berries cling to life,and I resonate. (For Cee’s FOTD. Day 2 of travel, and I am feeling the effects.)

Where Are The Dogs?

Contemplating risk –a reunion with a former selflooking for an exit When did I become a snakerestrained?When did I become persona non grata? I slither between storiesconvince myself I can flydistraction a ruse I have big cat energyoverstepping boundariessocially adverse A faulty jeweldreaming of abundance but there’s a dragon to disarm My mother’s burden on my […]

Turning (tanka)

Mother

When I had a mothermy hair would cascadein curls of auburn perfectiona red velvet bow to accentuate the wave And I’d wear my bestnewly sewn frockwith lace at the neckand fishnet stockingsand patent Mary Janes And the girls giggling with delightwould skip hand-in-handto the school promand the boys shyly perchedagainst the back wall would wonderhow […]