Before I sleep
Death is not hidden here
every village church has a cemetery
holding histories not quite forgotten
Baptisms and weddings look out upon gravestones
as if to remind that life is precious
so cherish it while it lasts
Between the hamlets small family plots
are reached by winding trails
through woods and fields
Generations sleep together
albeit perhaps more peacefully
than they lived
I wonder if I should start one such
under a tree with a nice view
and a bench to sit on
Just in case some wanderer
should happen by
with miles to go and weary feet
you know
to keep me company
for a little while
Power lines
A flickering candle
in the window of my neighbour
across the street and down the road
a small spark in the bleak night
bravely lighting her kitchen
as the strong winds rage
between our homes
powerless against
friendships
Power outages are common during hurricane season in the Maritimes. But all is not dark.
No comments:
Post a Comment