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wings of angels

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As part of my at-home-writers-retreat, I had a ‘break’ day yesterday. I had my hair cut (always relaxing) and went with my husband for a drive to our cabin. We read our book aloud (a Philip R. Craig Martha’s Vineyard Mystery) and took lots of photos. This evening I wrote a poem, based on today’s photos. Most are blurry, because of the relentless wind.

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wings of angels

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I don’t believe in angels,

though I catch their whisper

between stems of Poa,

meadow grasses and blue.

Discover feather fall,

seed tufts of goldenrod,

Solidago. Wing tips

disguised as autumn leaves,

staghorn sumac or oak.

Glimpsed along low ditches,

silken hairs of rabbitsfoot

Trifolium arvense.

Find feathers aloft, on air,

cirrus or stratus clouds,

or wind-smoothed cotton-grass,

tassels of Eriophorum.

Catch scent—Dennstaedtia

hayscented fern, or cedar,

sets cones for another year.

I think of angel wings

and refuse to believe.

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Copyright Jane Tims 2019

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All my best,

Jane

 

Written by jane tims

October 11, 2019 at 7:00 am

red, red, red

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Autumn, no doubt about it. When I go outside, I see red everywhere. The red of the leaves of red maple, many already on the ground. The red of the lily-of-the-valley berries. The red of the crab apples on our little tree at the end of the walkway. The red hips on the rose bush beside the driveway. Red, red, red.

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red, red, red

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each rose hip edge

an ellipse to complete

the curve of rambling canes

berries red, mellow to orange

the white shine, highlight, tipped

with the black remains of blossom,

once pink, now vermillion of vermis,

cinnabar, poisonous, mercuric, toxic

lily-of-the-valley, raceme of berries

dangle, vivid crimson blush, bright

spot on fevered cheeks, the child

thought the berries good to eat

scarlet sigillatus, decorated

small images, pixilations

of woman with camera

limps to reach third

red, ruby, purple

red crabapples

in bunches

hanging

in rain

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Copyright Jane Tims 2019

All my best,

Jane

Written by jane tims

October 9, 2019 at 7:00 am

Tea berries

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Teaberry

Gaultheria procumbens

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leaves shiny, thick

capsules waxy, red

aromatic oil

methyl salicylate

mint and wintergreen

tea soothing, blood thinning

creeping wintergreen

spice berry, drunkards

staggering over

the forest floor

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Copyright Jane Tims 2019

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All my best

Jane

Written by jane tims

August 28, 2019 at 7:00 am

Raspberries

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It’s a great year for berries. Our blueberry bushes are loaded with the biggest, sweetest berries I have ever tasted. The raspberries are full and sweet. The blackberries are still mostly unripe but the canes are heavy with future berries.

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raspberry ramble

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every berry

a sweet cup

detached

from its cosy seat

deep in brambles

juice pressed

between teeth

seeds and briars

handfuls of sun

rain clouds

warm winds

gravel soil

eager fingers

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Copyright Jane Tims 2019

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All my best

Jane

Written by jane tims

August 25, 2019 at 8:11 pm

moose

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moose

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square body

four hundred kilos

cow lifts her head, angular

stares at the car

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long ears maneuvre

in all directions

no challenge

dewlap swings

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cow returns to her business

prehensile lips

pulling leaves

and chokecherries

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We saw this moose on the way to our cabin, about a kilometre along the road. She stared at us for a while, eyes and ears curious, but eventually she returned to her feeding.

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All the berries are coming into ripe: chokecherries, blueberries and blackberries. At the cabin the blueberries are the largest and sweetest I have ever seen. Everywhere I picked showed evidence of an animal there before me. Not a moose. Perhaps a bear, not caring where he sat as long as he could scoop up those berries.

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All my best, Jane 

Copyright August 2019

Written by jane tims

August 23, 2019 at 7:00 am

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blackberries

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R. 'blackberries' October 29 2018 Jane TimsScan_20181029

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blackberries

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floricanes bend

with August weight

shape an archway

show the path

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through brambles

to lake

pergola unfastens

gate, entices

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pickers

into wicked thorns

sweet indigo

temptation

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primocanes snag

hems of gloves

ankles of socks

handles of baskets

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angry scratch

for every berry

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Copyright Jane Tims 2019

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Hope you are enjoying this blackberry summer.

All my best,

Jane

Written by jane tims

August 21, 2019 at 7:00 am

root cellar

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Q. 'root cellar' Jane Tims

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root cellar

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over the hill

cold earth sequesters

seeps of water

and lichened stone

roots in dry sand

preserves on shelves

of rough-hewn boards

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mice gnaw on the seam

of a gunny sack of corn

blue mold on the surface

of a jar of apple jelly

Mama just scoops it away

pumpkins never keep

past December

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Copyright Jane Tims 2019

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All my best,

Jane

Written by jane tims

August 19, 2019 at 7:00 am

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