Tag: Poetry

Ottawa, Late Winter

Beside me, the City pulls her covers up; pulls a dry white quilt

Snakes miss Summer, Sunday evening misses Friday Afternoon,

Another late-flying congregation of bow-necked geese.

Impatient chrisms of Summer Storms that break

I am building a memory garden among the tamarind trees.

Have you come to bear a sweet libation for me?

Beyond the pines, the purr of twilight perched

With empty taunts, we tempt Poseidon’s hand in ponds that seem the sea in reeds and weeds;

With the magnetic poetry on #Pepperland’s fridge.

St. Maximus is maximum tonight, Under just two gins and tonic;

Swallowed by the world’s creases folding to thinness on the inclement horizon.

Beneath the sheets of water tumbling cool around a layered shale slowly overturns.