Driving in to work this morning down the wilderness highway from Fox Lake we pass the first clusters of school children standing in the clear morning light at the ends of long driveways waiting for the first glimpse of the yellow school bus to appear on the horizon. Tendrils and wisps of fog rise from… Continue reading Just Write {6} The Hallmark of Summer’s End
Tag: poetry
Just Write {5} – Michael’s first bike
You got your first bike when you were four because you had started throwing tantrums and daddy said no way we’re not rewarding bad behaviour but I said he needs his freedom from the daycare kids in the back yard, he is getting older he needs to be allowed to do more, trusted to be… Continue reading Just Write {5} – Michael’s first bike
I remember
…your shout of glee, your sagging training pants and orange striped socks, joyful toddler leaping to daddy’s arms, flying across the open expanse between coffee table and couch without fear, without thought to falling, landing against daddy’s chest to bounce off and do it again and again and again, neither of you tiring until the… Continue reading I remember
Dancing with Words
Last night was the last of my creative writing classes that I’ve been taking at the college. What an amazing experience this class has been for me on so many levels. I really like writing. Not just bloggy-blog writing (which I also enjoy), I mean that I have really loved the challenge of creative writing. I… Continue reading Dancing with Words
Ode to March
It seems this year I do not know if the snow will ever go. In March it sits here like a brick (not a brick like “you’re a brick, Dick”), I mean a brick like bricks and mortar, the kind used in the Latin Quarter. Winter hard and cold and cruel will last until the… Continue reading Ode to March
Needles of Birch
Needles of birch, warmed by her hands, slipping loops over loops over loops