Tag Archives: weather

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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At Ucluelet

Being on the edge of the Pacific means there are wrecks, lots of them. Some are shipping hazardous, others draw divers who go deep to swim through the skeletal remains. And then there’s the ship than hung up on the … Continue reading

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A Wet Day

Abecedarian poems are fun to write. In this one, the first line begins with ‘z’ and ends with ‘a’ and from there on it follows through the alphabet. I’m not entirely sure that it makes a great deal of sense, … Continue reading

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3 Wind Haiku

March winds blow strong and wild. It’s great fun to be down along the shoreline when a storm comes through, waves build and crash, foam and sail-boards fly. Then there’s kite-flying and other excitements … **** grandson learns to fly … Continue reading

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