The Poet's House

#nature

  • Next To Heaven

    I can imaginethat clouds are reallyupside down icebergscrossing the skyand that Newfoundlandlays next to heaven. I can imaginethat the smell of wildflowerscome to usby passing shipson infinite horizonsthat our ancestors steer. I can wish on starsthat fall from the night… Continue reading

  • Cooksville Creek

    a wooded area with a little creekcaptures the imagination of a childa day’s solace could be foundor tears hidden away from inquisitive eyes.even death visits and speaksnot yet childso endurance is the day’s lesson. laughter fades when the streetlights come… Continue reading

  • Post Cards

    Your post card was received yesterdayStir, stop. was written on the back.Nothing else followed but the post mark.Prince Albert, Saskatchewan.I tapped the edge and wondered why?On the front was an old picture of two peopleportaging at Spring Lake. Was the… Continue reading

  • The Glass Ceiling

    You have to have the attitude of a brickin order to bring down the glass ceiling above you.The strength of a madmanand the willingness to fail. How easy it is to point out the failures of yesterday,and how difficult it… Continue reading

  • Waiting On Ice

    I stand upon the ice fieldlooking out to the horizonthe midnight sun is far behind meyet the darkness remains. Soon the redness of a new dayshall seep onto the canvass of lifesoon the ice will breakand I will be free.… Continue reading