December 13th
On the 13th day of Christmas
I traveled
to Montreal’s west island;
on this day,
the peace is wonderfully too much,
the slowness jarring.
Snow and
iced trees
line the way,
covered in sunlight;
the river, now to our right,
beautifully white and empty.
Hurriedness
is not here.
First Snow
Snow has fallen
down,
coating the ground in water dust.
Cold,
white,
it came at night
and pushed “summer”
to corners of our minds
to wait for warmer times.
Wood
Wood,
it is readily understood,
comes from trees.
Trees stand
while wood
is integrated into our plans
to make
all sorts of things
though not tin cans.
Trees are made of wood,
but are not made;
Wood is not a tree,
though it could be in the right configuration.
Fall Sun
Warm sunny
fall days,
hand out rays of sunshine,
free,
to anyone who would like some.
SUMMER FALLS
Summer falls
touching montreal
with upper 26 warmth.
Its enjoyable
this summer coating
of life.
Days covered in…
sun,
rain,
flowers,
leaves,
green,
cool breezes,
childrens laughter.
It opens the outside
to full use,
and the inside
to retreat from the heat,
and sleep,
and eating.
This expanded outside
expands me.
In winter
I pull into myself
so that the cold,
the darkness,
the piles of snow
cannot touch me.
But now
I expand
to touch fluffy clouds,
daisys,
the suns warmth,
the shade of trees,
trees leaves,
breezes,
and the sound of
crickets and frogs.
They all
soak into me
filling me with
summer.
