Algonquin Trees

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Flowers by the Window

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Almaguin Highlands & Algonquin Park

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Apples

Lorca wrote a poem, apples bruising the fields.
Like Heaney’s blackberries.
I walked away from you, apples for sale at the market
Ornaments from the mystery of trees
Chosen from the new orchards they planted that morning
Having been reached-for, glimmering.
The end of a season pacing in the wind in the trees
Circles of sweetness spun from air, never taking foot
The feeling that things were visible elsewhere.

Starkey Hill Conservation Area

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Deer Creek, Wellesley ON

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Southern Ontario Farm

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Bird Watcher

All that’s left of the leaves are the birds of autumn.
In truth I’ve lost sight of my beauty too.
I feel it beneath me purring in the leafy ground,
muddied inside the dark paradise of my life.
Such as the two far-flung basswood trees near a river
where I walked between them and shivered.
Standing beside them, the sky was a window
left opened, both my boys leaping through.
The tracks of their fragile wings left in the air.
My girl cartwheeling from one to the next,
looking back to see if I was following.

Milton Farm…

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