Paw prints cling to air Memory touches golden fur Dry ash coats my mouth Weeping salt stings sight Your breath, still, falls on my heart Autumn you’re a thief. ∞ Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo). Today’s prompt: write a poem that: Is specific to a season Uses imagery that relates to…
My Phantom Limb
A phantom limb I feel your pain gone and dead. I walk with a limp now four years a broken limb ripped from my trunk weathered wormed worn gone and dead. A limb warm still beating and bursting golden into a sky ready to burst with tears still rustling through my fingers. A limb that…
Standing Upon a Beaver Dam
I stand upon a beaver dam A mountain top upon the sky Overlooking a landscape of paint. I balance myself on a sturdy log An ark upon a diluvian lake Drinking heaven from a chalice. I crouch within a grasp of green Genomes held within a treasury Living emeralds feeding life. I walk upon a…
Possessing Loss: Remembering Ben
I’d never realized that loss is such a complicated and nuanced concept. I thought you either had something or you didn’t — that something is either possessed or it is lost. I figured the only complication would be if something is misplaced. But over the last year, I’ve discovered that loss is something that can…
A Changing Shield
I stand upon a shield – worn – hard My Canadian skin – pink – alive Lying beneath the sun – radiating – warm Picnics countertop – shining – smoothed By glacial time – frozen – cracked Fissures map the mantle – quartz – mirrors Catching autumn light – colours – captive Rose rock rolls…
Our World’s Slow Change
We walk the trails side by side Smell the moisture slip from leaves Our love grows strong hand in hand. The light dips behind the trees A steely equinox catches the sun Turns the season upon the earth. Veins pull blood from extremities Suck it back into the trunks Life girds itself for winter’s bite….
A Study in Yellow ~ No. 3: Sunshine
“A Study in Yellow #3: Sunshine” Through a window Water colours splash Touch my lips Wash my eyes Autumn grass is born Rusted and gold Pulled from sunshine bright. All text and images © Dale Schierbeck See more of others’ submissions to the Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge on “Yellow.”
Signs ~ a study in fall
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Roasted Cauliflower and Cheese Soup
We are definitely into a season of comfort foods … and it’s a time for soups to steal the show. As part of my final CSA share last month, I received two cauliflower. One came with a forlorn and sleepy traveler attached and the other was a beautiful bright orange. Both heads were looking a…
Harvesting an Identity
Long has the harvest been an important part of my life and long has it been associated with fall, bountiful cornucopias of food, and Thanksgiving. Growing up in the Okanagan Valley, the fall harvest meant picking the last of the fruit and stripping our garden of its remaining plenty before tilling the vegetation back into…