Seed Futures catalogues arrive fill my mailbox in December barely weeks since the garden ceased to produce I have just tucked it up for the winter, in drab browns and greys lidded compost bin, raked brittle leaves scoured pots and trays but inside there is colour if only on the page – bright gold blossoms
Your June Picture the year as a clock and it’s straight up 6. The world spreads before you like ketchup. Don’t shade your eyes, you miss a minute. You are thirsty—bee pollen is everywhere, so many flowers, so many flowering chances. No vagueness, just brilliance, each color, every contour— Awake! Anew! Alive!
Breakthrough It’s a long and desolate road. I think it’s always been so. Such a desolate road to travel before the brightness ahead, the light after desolation when the sun is freed from its winter shackles. Such a desolate road to travel waiting, hoping, searching for the brightness, the light after desolation when the sun
Panacea It’s snowing Over a Covid world. The snow is cleansing The air, weighing Each invisible culprit down. Each snowflake An antidote to fear. If only it could! Armies of microscopic Ice lattices, silencing Deadly viruses to the ground. Neutralizing their dangerous Spikes in layers of snowfall Where they could be titrated To innocuous, elemental
A Chance of a Lifetime Every day, a new beginning, a chance to get it right, to get a new start, a new perspective. Today may look the same as yesterday, but trust me, it’s not. Notice the small details. Look! Here’s a new crocus after the long harsh winter, showing off its purple dress.
FLEETING GLIMPSE I know, you remember this smell. You remember this sound too. When you were alone, you felt something, you saw something, maybe you do not know exactly what, but you caught a fleeting glimpse. Correct? Just for a second, you saw that light out of the corner of your own eye, am I
Crossroads a cold morning in a cold room cigarette smoke blooms as i stir my instant coffee leafing through the tempest memorizing passages to regurgitate as required one last test before I leave driving to your london residence hoping you’ll be there the highways snowed and slushy farm fields silent under snowy shrouds black trees
Somewhere along the way we lost it That connection to our roots To a time when civilization and mother were in cahoots When plants were friends that healed us Our brothers and sisters thrived When Gaia made certain The circle would stay alive Somehow we forgot this Death and famine plague our earth This disease
Remembrance Day By: Raveena Duggal We will never forget the war, The condition our Country was in, The millions of people that died, The many sacrifices that were made, The World was in a terrible state, Families and children were horrified, Cities and towns were burning, People died or were kidnapped, The Canadian soldiers defended
Oh, in fair Corona where we lay this scene with many bleak views of the obscene state of being of mind of (ill)repair something is there Where knowledge remains begging to be re-kindled re-jigged re-purposed as it is re-aligned to meet learning outcomes with OER materials fully digital for ease of access as long as