A Poem for Todd

A Poem for Todd. (in keeping with the Christmas theme of late) ‘Twas a hot summer day about mid-July When Santa stretched and let out a sigh. The elves had all left – gone to the beach And taken the booze – all but the Screech. So the jolly old fellow unscrewed the cap And after a swig, lay down for his nap. But he tossed and he turned not able to sleep The room was so stuffy and full of such heat. So he turned on the fans – the AC full blast But the thermometer kept rising – so high and so fast. This wasn’t right, it was not right at all. But Santa had no one to help – or to call. It had to be Climate Change rearing its head And keeping poor Santa from going to bed. Santa was tired, the old man quite weary. His twinkling eyes were becoming all teary. He gasped in a whisper, “I need my nap” His demeanor was slipping – not a jolly old chap. Now he was cranky and sweating profusely. No resemblance to Santa – not even loosely. The North Pole was melting and so was St. Nick He needed some magic or at least a good trick To get things to chill up – to freeze up again He needed to call a very wise friend. Santa was looking for his big book of names He’d find who he needed to put out these flames. He called for the reindeer to help in the search But as it was Sunday they’d all gone to church...

What if Every Night Was Christmas Eve

What if Every Night Was Christmas Eve What if every night was Christmas Eve and everyday was Christmas? What if all the lights were twinkle lights and shone across the sky? What if reindeer flew beyond the moon and children danced in circles Around the tree all trimmed in gold with angels set on high? What if candy canes were as tall as your house with swirls of red and green? What if presents grew in gardens to be picked like a pumpkin or peach? What if silver bells hung from the end of our noses as shiny as shiny can be? Would we laugh ‘til we dropped at the jingling sound that jangled through all of our speech? What if choirs sang on every corner in perfect harmony? And we knew all the words, to all of the songs and they all had a reggae beat. What if your stocking was filled each morning by Santa or one of his elves? And right at the bottom – stuck in the toe – was an amazing and magical treat?                 What if your Nanna and Poppa were there to wake you with big warm hugs and kisses? And your favourite cousins and your uncle and aunt were coming for turkey and pie. What if all good things and wonderful feelings were wrapped just waiting for you  Under the tree, the beautiful tree, a tree that reached to the sky? What if every night was Christmas Eve and everyday was Christmas? And we found ‘peace on earth’ in a big ball of holly stuck in a snowdrift of white?  Would...

A Dark Whisper

Inspired by: Carlos Amorales – Black Cloud A Dark Whisper Everything starts somewhere – this was a tear. The tiniest of rips in the fabric we carelessly wear Until it’s worn and ragged and faded and thin Tossed in a corner, forgotten, ignored. For we move on with our lives, our importance. Our place in the tapestry is brilliant and bold Woven tight and secure with threads made of gold And silk of bright hues. But wait there’s another – a shadowy spot – a black hole. An anomaly – a freak – a one off – not a soul Would believe there’s anything amiss in our world. It is perfect. It’s growing, advancing, controlling Everything living from here to the stars That dot the dark sky with the oldest of light. Those flocks of wings I see move in the night Are imaginary. They come by the thousands, no – in millions they swarm. Their identity altered to weather the storm And the turmoil created – dug from the earth – continues to spew Into the sky, now grey with our deeds and Arrogance steeped in a myopic pot and brewed to a boil Ingested so sweetly – saturation complete. Watch a whisper of moths cloaked black in retreat Tell the tale. Susan...

Lost in Grey and Loving It

I got lost in Grey County today and it was SPLENDID.  How?  Well, I took a wrong turn, ignoring well-meaning advice to ‘stay off the gravels roads” and throwing caution to the wind. The result was an hour of wandering the back roads of central Grey County.  Yes, what was expected to be a simple, late afternoon drive from Clarksburg to Big Bay became an ADVENTURE.  I love adventure and while  I apparently have a significant lack of directional sense my geographical genetic misfire took me down roads much less traveled and brimming with surprises.  How perfect is that? The BEST was a right turn that put me on a gravel road completely canopied with green.  Tall trees lined up on the left and right, stretching up and over until they touched.  I slowed my speed to make my drive through this tunnel of towering maple sentries last as long as possible.  It was magical.  (For anyone interested in finding this amazing space head south on the Townline from Walter’s Falls and keep an eye out for Robson Road.  Enjoy.) I haven’t lived in Grey County very long and with that newbie status comes the ability to DISCOVER at every turn and over the crest of each hill.  For anyone who doesn’t know already – Grey County landscapes are stunning. So, as I searched (but not that hard) for a path to take me home, I drifted past century farms, rolling fields and woodlands that continued for miles.  From my view atop Kemble Mountain I saw Georgian Bay stretch its dark deep waters to the horizon.  I discovered hamlets...