Sunflower

cool breeze

autumn sneeze

breath torn asunder

at the end of summer

as a burnt umber face cries

to look at the skies

but all i can see

is the beginning of allergies

no cry for frost yet

i'll pay my dues, plenty wet

from the window seat indoors

with tissues & tinctures

and a memory of summer fun

and your beauty, hard won

Toad's Revenge

Cruelty to animals,

licking at their back?

Will he turn into prince so fine

or have jowls that just go slack?

The garden that he picked so fair

now inhabited by giants

that pluck his regal countenance

from quiet dreams in silence

Lo, the wrath he wrecks on those

who dare to look and see

This toady responds by releasing full

a bladder full of pee

Ewww,

toad pee!

on my hands

all over ME!

Shows you right 

for disturbing life

Revenge so fine

from our local wildlife

Wherefore Art Thou Spring?

Wherefore art thou Spring?

Snow has clung to the air

despite a change in calender

and no alter to the attire 

of mine

Search high and lo

and still the temperatures flow

below that damned zero

I whine...

But as every good Canadian knows

Mother Nature bends to no credos

despite pleading and heart-wrenched outflows

now consigned

Spring will arrive

all in good time to revive

our blessed souls once more to thrive

please be kind... 

~sunshine~

Silent Saturday

Swimming in the last few drops of
yesterday's sweet suns
squeezed from your skins
stamped from your hearth
as I greedily swill you
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Aye, you bring me Saturday night
through the eyes of my clear
Sauvignon Blanc, I see
yesterday,
  days long gone...

Evenings I stood twitching,
shivering in prayers
and short skirts
for late night smiles
from last minute hopefuls.

As the "LAST CALL"
peal was rung,
the rueful cabby
swung (as I still clung)
round to meet us.

He always done drag us off
more often than not
single and three sheets gone
what a loss
(not), I'm afraid.

No thoughts to tomorrow,
painful and vague,
from those ill-conceived concoctions
drunk in earnest
far from sane

Did they ever truly present
sweet dreams or even slim chance
of pleasant tomorrows?
Or rather misty moments lost in time
and willingly forgotten in tonight's
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A New Day | A Writer's Take

I have been writing and publishing posts at a New Day for four years now. In fact, this month I will celebrate my fourth anniversary of calling this cherished blog home. It has been a source for deep emotions, plenty of poetry and more than a tale or two. In the last 10 months though (truly more like 7), I have created a new space for my creativity. While I will always know that it was via this blog, and my experiences here, that I was able to forge a new direction in life, namely that of Freelance Writer, I have desired a new outlet for my writing. "A New Day" will always be home to my poetry, but "A Writer's Take" embraces my new career aspirations and offers support to other writers out in the blogosphere. If you haven't had a chance to stop by, I would love it if you did!

Today though, I wanted to share a special article that I posted over at "A Writer's Take". It is hard not to have themes run throughout both blogs, as they are written by the same author (me!), but this post speaks of the beginning of this very blog. I think it does a far cry better job of describing how "A New Day" came to be than any of my first posts that I published here. Do me a favour and take a peek at A New Day | A Writer's Take and leave me a comment to let me know that you stopped by.

And thank you for being along for the ride. You are my strength, my tools and my sunsets, for today is a new day...