The snow storm here in Toronto, overnight on March 3, was an event mainly because there was thunder & lightening – both rare occurrences. High winds & weighty wet snow. In the morning I looked out my bedroom window to how much I’d have to shovel, not as bad as predicted. I turned around to put on my sweatpants & there was a loud woosh & crash. I thought snow was sliding off the roof of house. I went back to the window & saw that a major branch from the tree next door had collapsed – part caught on the porch roof & part tangled with the hydro cable.
view looking out from front porch
close call for the recycle bin
limited access to my front door – rear entry only
where the branch fell from
perched on porch – rain gutter dented
rotten to the core
one of the ‘twigs’ is actually our hydro cable holding up the branch
the long view – crushed a bush in my front garden
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Here’s a new piece – the image ‘the gate of the kiss’ – came from a Robin Blaser poem. I let it lead on a word chase as variations of it played in my mind. The lilacs compliments of Walt Whitman. As I wrote I saw the tongue as the actual gate that opens to us and for us – opens us to mystery when it is the right kiss, or slams shut on us when it is forced open. Sex is often seen as the gate way to Hell, the same-sex kiss opens that gate even wider according to some – here I see the kiss as opening to a river of opportunity, liberation.
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