Tag Archives: weather

3 Random Senryu

The senryu that follow are random thoughts, memories, jottings made over the day while staring at rain and a dripping gutter: everyday meanders against a background of ordinary West Coast weather …   initials carved                                    on a school desk – … Continue reading

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Beyond

November’s birthstone is the Topaz, in particular the yellow stone; the  flower is chrysanthemum (I love the rich copper coloured ones). There are several days, apart from Remembrance Day, to notice: the 13th is World Kindness Day; the 14th is … Continue reading

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Heads Locked

Deer are on the move, rutting in our back woods, and elsewhere, though I haven’t managed to get photos of them in action … HEADS LOCKED I came into the room                         to get a book but movement on the patio … Continue reading

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The Annual

It’s the time of year when birds are migrating, trees change colour as they stop storing sugar to begin their resting time. It’s also the season of storms, power-cuts, and other seasonal joys … THE ANNUAL I bend and hear … Continue reading

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The Horse

Passing a field with horses in summer is to catch a breath of adventure, or a sense of when life moved a little more slowly. Or perhaps a sense of competition, gymkhanas, races … the held breath of watching horses … Continue reading

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Typhoon

I’ve seen a funnel cloud on the prairies and, fortunately, we out-ran it. The devastation can be awful as we’ve all seen on the news … TYPHOON the wind razed all we had … doors broke down … hinges                           fell … Continue reading

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Too Much

After a very long grey, wet, winter, spring came up with speed, and then June burst into flower all over the place … A A TOO MUCH June woke up three weeks ago               spread a cacophony of roses over the … Continue reading

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